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Artiste : Blac Youngsta
Titre : Threat
I got Hitman on the beat

[42 Dugg & Blac Youngsta]
Me and my brother, he in that cat I´m in that demon

A bitch a piece with us, he going to Saks, I´m going to Nieman´s
I might swerve, I might swerve, I might swerve
Now that´s all bad, smackin´ bitches, whackin´ niggas doggy
I´m on all that, if you ain´t fuckn´ every nigga with me, bitch, then fall back
I won´t hesitate to shoot my opps because they caused that
Only reason yo´ nigga still alive because I paused that
They ain´t found out who killed my little brother because I solved that
We already solved that, put a pussy in the closet
Bullets fly somebody, mammy gon´ die ´cause we on all that

[42 Dugg & Blac Youngsta]

Bro came in here looking for the weed, I need that dog back
Every time my youngins sell a bean, he buyin´ all straps
I grew up in all black, I know how to get it going
Bro don´t need no pape´ to buy no Drac, know I´ll
Get it for him
If I wasn´t no fuckin´ millionaire, then I´d steal it for him
Killer season, that´s my brother, we cut throat, we city born
They don´t know you in your city, you didn´t get your city goin´
Don´t be calling me ‘bout who got shot ‘cause I didn´t get it done
Told my niggas, he ain´t gotta kill nobody ‘cause I´m gonna kill him for him

[42 Dugg & Blac Youngsta]
I remember late nights, tryna get my pape´ right
And everybody turned on me
Bro died for 8 pints, three pounds of fake ice
Fuck rats, we hate mice but, but still love
Cashin´ out and passin´ out
I pay for bitches asses now (Yeah, yeah)
Them titties right, you feel me right
You got the torch come pass it down (Yeah, yeah), I´m taxing now
I used to want the six and that was after bar our sticks elite
I strip the bitch to tip her, send the pics to skeet
These bitches freak
Me and the gang gon´ take them bitches phone before we go to sleep

Bitches pull up to my house with thongs on ´cause they know I´m freaky
Multi-millionaire I throw that B in the air like Cardi B
You know if you ain´t bother me ‘bout no money then you ain´t bothering me
You gon´ have to blame my momma ´cause she the one who started me (Momma)
I face shot my opps on spot, I do not take no tolery
That mean I don´t tolerate no sucka shit from no pussy nigga
That mean I might shoot you in yo´ face ´cause you a pussy nigga
Hot boy, young nigga he so ready, he been pistol toting all his life and he so deadly
It´s gon´ be a murder robbery if he get threatened

And my homeboys apart of me they like my weapons

[ Blac Youngsta]
Gang gang, gang gang gang, he so ready
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hot boy
He so ready its gone be a murder robbery if he get threatened
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah