hit list - ixine lyrics
i can’t fathom all her thickness
b*tch so bad, yeah she might just make my hit list
squeeze the scene, i ain’t even gone take no pictures
squeeze them racks, went from the rags to riches
peep the scene, we gone throw they ass in ditches
b*tch trying to f*ck, she rip my shirt like i’m sid vicious
this b*tch so fanned out, yeah she love me, i’m delicious
i step outside, i pop out b*tch, i take no pictures
say he get money, wherе it that, that sh*t fictitious
i don’t pray to god, i pray to buddha, i’m nine vicious
i say f*ck a dj n*gga, i’m trying to rip the mixes
i just f*ckеd a da b*tch i’m getting up out the mixes
i can’t fathom all her thickness
b*tch so bad, yeah she might just make my hit list
squeeze the scene, i ain’t even gone take no pictures
squeeze them racks, went from the rags to riches
i can’t fathom all her thickness
b*tch so bad, yeah she might just make my hit list
squeeze the scene, i ain’t even gone take no pictures
squeeze them racks, went from the rags to riches
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