Lyrics

Keep that bitch level up, love is not a game I be cutting to the chase, you can take a aim All the red dots are my hitlist (Ay) You want to be next? You're my next pay day I'm gonna drown you, I'm just being frank I ain't lying bitch, this ain't a prank Pulling 44's bitch, we don't need a tank Popping brains on the floor, imma make you go blank You wanna keep talking, imma cut your tongue out You talking shit man you leave me outta doubt I be like looking for you like I'm a scout How many bodies bitch, I had lost count I've got a hitlist, and you're at the top You better watch your back, before I make it pop You think you're safe, but I'm always one step ahead I've got my sights on you, and you're as good as dead Hitlist, hitlist, I've got my targets in sight I won't stop until they're gone, 'cause they're not worth the fight Hitlist, hitlist I'm comin' for ya (Comin' for ya) Keep that bitch level up, love is not a game I be cutting to the chase, you can take a aim All the red dots are my hitlist (Ay) You want to be next? You're my next pay day
Writer(s): Harvey Mcallister Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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