top 100
·
top new
·
updates
·
submit lyrics
#
A
B
C
D
E
F
G
H
I
J
K
L
M
N
O
P
Q
R
S
T
U
V
W
X
Y
Z
Correct Sloppy Hitta Lyrics
Lyrics
►
Artists: K
►
King Louie
►
Correct Sloppy Hitta
Artist:
Song:
Comment:
Lyrics:
[Intro] Victim’s information? Last name is Johnson. First name is Louis, L-O-U-I-S. Male, Black. And he’s 27, I believe. Birthday is 27 December 87 [Verse 1] Talking to my car, I tell it change the station Niggas ain’t get rid of me, they mad, they pacing Smoking out the pound, we don’t pass, we face it I just bought my Yeezys, I don’t have to lace ‘em These niggas ain’t killers, they some silly bitches Shot me seven times and still ain’t kill me bitches? Wait, turn this shit up, I know you feel me bitches I told god if I survive I’m gon’ buck up Ay DJ Shon, I got you, you gon’ turn the club up Selena told me don’t give up, they need you brother I fuck with crackers, dealers, drilllers, them my brothers I’m so glad my mom and dad didn’t use a rubber Bout to fuck a check up, call that unprotected sex, Tony resurrect Hot body, Tony god body, got your broad [?] Streets mine, fuck your peace sign, keep your piece nine Bulletproof, Teflon Don, tell ‘em keep tryin’ [Hook] Sloppy hitta, thought you got me nigga You are not a killer All them faggots, they need target practice Can’t give god a casket Seven times, shot me seven times I ain’t good at dying I know they mad, Tony’s toe ain’t tagged Time to check a bag Fuck you bitch, should’ve never missed Now I’m better bitch Fuck you bitch, should’ve finished it Now I’m better bitch Fuck you bitch, should’ve never missed Now I’m better bitch Fuck you bitch, should’ve finished it Now I’m better bitch [Verse 2] So real they can’t feel me, suckers can’t kill me All of y’all broke ass need to be healing All I do is get money, fuck bitches Got shot a few times, I ain’t need no stitches Police asking questions, bitch we ain’t no snitches Tried to wrap a nigga up but I still seen Christmas And I still seen my b-day, 27 was a g-day Slowed me down, slight delay Angels with me every day Niggas hate, I just be great Still I rise, sun on new day Can’t hide, peek-a-boo, hey! All black bouquet New MAC, new K Shoot scenes, Blu-Ray Shawties go too cray Do whatever Lou say Shots of the D’usse Toast to my new ways Chiraq is bullshit Wake up, school days 4AM, move days They tried to take me out but they didn’t Goofy, I got something to say [Hook] Sloppy hitta, thought you got me nigga You are not a killer All them faggots, they need target practice Can’t give god a casket Seven times, shot me seven times I ain’t good at dying I know they mad, Tony’s toe ain’t tagged Time to check a bag Fuck you bitch, should’ve never missed Now I’m better bitch Fuck you bitch, should’ve finished it Now I’m better bitch Fuck you bitch, should’ve never missed Now I’m better bitch Fuck you bitch, should’ve finished it Now I’m better bitch
add rows