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Hit the club With bad bitches Stacking hunneds Bunch of fifty's Super clean, shout get them Hit the scene, kill shit we in the murda bizness I kill pride I hurt feelings Click clack bang bang, we in the murda bizness My outfit it murk bitches Click clack bang bang we in the murda bizness Iggy, do it biggy tell them keep sending bottles imma pop 50. These other bitches think they hot, not really. She a broke ho that's how you know she not with me. Keep my heels on high ride or die 1 60 airline riding fly. I'm the guy honest truth they decide to lie They just divide they legs I devide the pie. Ah nah nah nah now nobody digging yall hoes When Iggy in the spot they be igging yall hoes. I'm cold get in that thang Kill bitches dead Letras de cancionesClick clack bang bang it's the murda bizness Hit the club with bad bitches Stacking hunneds bunch of fifty's Super clean shout get them Hit the scene, kill shit, we in the murda bizness I kill pride, I hurt feelings Click clack bang bang we in the murda bizness My outfit it murk bitches Click clack bang bang we in the murda bizness Peasy, we got them queasy Give these hoes a hard time. Make it look easy I'm the first of my kind you ain't see any. We gonna eat this bread cause we make plenty Stacks piled high like the hunneds fly You ain't gotta do a shit but stay broke and die. While I keep making hits with these coco lines Shitting my max big you posters sides Ah nah nah nah they ain't feeling y'all hoes If you was on fire I would piss on y'all hoes. I'm cold get in that thang Kill bitches dead Click clack bang bang it's the murda bizness Hit the club with bad bitches Stacking hunneds bunch of fifty's Super clean shout get them I kill pride, I hurt feelings Click clack bang bang we in the murda bizness My outfit it murk bitches Click clack bang bang we in the murda bizness T.I : Outfit perfect hit the scene hurt shit In the 9/11 now 187 murk shit holocaust genocide killing ego any pride. Cremating the hating it's a murda in the making I'm taking out shine on top buying all bottles from the bar. Let pop champagne let them niggas die of thirst man we ain't by hurt When the light hit the chain all you see is fireworks. Mute niggas turnt up all the way Shoot niggas with the swag got holiday. I'm steady lowing loud broke niggas ain't allowed Click clack bang bang pow pow it's the murda bizness Iggy: Hit the club with bad itches stacking hunneds bunch of fifty's Super clean shout get them Hit the scene, kill shit we in the murda bizness I kill pride, I hurt feelings Click clack bang bang, we in the murda bizness My outfit it murk bitches Click clack bang bang we in the murda bizness (Eh we in that thang everybody bout to kill bang bang Yeah we in that thang everybody bout to kill bang bang) (Merci à Ophélie pour cettes paroles) From Letras Mania