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Assassins (feat. MSKI!) Video (MV)




Performed By: Lil' Will
Language: English
Length: 3:36
Written by: Willie Gunn, Miles Anderson




Lil' Will - Assassins (feat. MSKI!) Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a real killer like assassins
Ride around with bands in the coupe, I crash it
I stuff my money in my pants like a mattress
I can lay on it, I'm relaxing
Been all across the world like an atlas I dive in her waters like a catfish
Uh, my woman diverse like catholic
I cannot love without passion
My vision too far, I'm elastic
She said she proud of me, I can't be average
I move forward, I cannot look backwards
I got her spine, she say that's fine
I got her mind, mix it with mines
That's how we got magic
Look, you know I got etiquette
I light 'em up, call me Thomas Edison
I got that red dot lookin' like throat medicine
Don't f*ck with feds, it's gon' be a funeral
Give me some brains, baby, I need medical
I am insane laughing, it's hysterical
I got cocaine, I belong in the federal
Uh, I got these bars, bitch, heavy metal
I walk with God, he test me like the devil
I'm not demonic, bitch, I am a treasure
No, you can't find me, I disappear I do assignments
Don't interfere
Snort dope like a lineman, no referee
It don't make no sense, call me 50 Cent
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Heh, poppin' a pill, do it for thrill
I'm in the pussy, it wet like a eel
Heh, she tryna feel, come get your bitch
Hittin her raw, swallow my kids
I'm on your block, hittin' that lick
Pull up to your house and I'm take your shit
Damn, your bitch a fan I know your mad bout it
Yeah, your bitch a fan
Huh, yeah, your bitch a fan
Hit her once, then I hit her again
Hop in the 'rari I hop in the Benz
F*ckin' that bitch and I'm f*ckin' her friends
Yeah, I don't f*ck sevens, I don't f*ck eights I don't f*ck nines, I only f*ck tens (Yeah!)
I only f*ck baddies
F*ckin' that bitch, and she send me the addy
F*ckin' that bitch and I'm f*ckin' her fatty
She suck on the dick and she did it so gladly
Get to suckin' and stop being chatty, huh
And y'all don't want smoke with a gang
Cause we keep them Glocks, hit you in your brain
And I'm takin' all these Percocet's, they makin' me insane
And I bought a .50 Cal, and that shit is goin' boom
And I'm puttin' on protection, cause I think I'm nuttin' soon
Uh, uh uh uh
That's what she say when I'm hittin' her
Fingered that pussy cause I had to finish her
Yo, bitch, gave me clues, like she's a motherf*ckin' riddler
She like a rough, so I'ma go spit on her
My face is a C, so now she gon' sit on it
Heh and I'm gettin' all this money, this ain't somethin' funny
Yeah, I'm gettin' big racks, yeah, I'm gettin' big stacks
Buy whatever the f*ck I want, I don't give a f*ck,
What?
And your bitch is my slut
Hit that bitch once, yeah, she lickin' my nut
Me and Lil Will, yeah, we don't give no f*cks
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a real killer like assassins
Ride around with bands in the coupe, I crash it
I stuff my money in my pants like a mattress
I can lay on it, I'm relaxing
Been all across the world like an atlas I dive in her waters like a catfish
Uh, my woman diverse like catholic
I cannot love without passion
My vision too far, I'm elastic
She said she proud of me, I can't be average
I move forward, I cannot look backwards
I got her spine, she say that's fine
I got her mind, mix it with mines
That's how we got magic
Look, you know I got etiquette
I light 'em up, call me Thomas Edison
I got that red dot lookin' like throat medicine
Don't f*ck with feds, it's gon' be a funeral
Give me some brains, baby, I need medical
I am insane laughing, it's hysterical
I got cocaine, I belong in the federal
Uh, I got these bars, bitch, heavy metal
I walk with God, he test me like the devil
I'm not demonic, bitch, I am a treasure
No, you can't find me, I disappear I do assignments
Don't interfere
Snort dope like a lineman, no referee
It don't make no sense, call me 50 Cent
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Heh, poppin' a pill, do it for thrill
I'm in the pussy, it wet like a eel
Heh, she tryna feel, come get your bitch
Hittin her raw, swallow my kids
I'm on your block, hittin' that lick
Pull up to your house and I'm take your shit
Damn, your bitch a fan I know your mad bout it
Yeah, your bitch a fan
Huh, yeah, your bitch a fan
Hit her once, then I hit her again
Hop in the 'rari I hop in the Benz
F*ckin' that bitch and I'm f*ckin' her friends
Yeah, I don't f*ck sevens, I don't f*ck eights I don't f*ck nines, I only f*ck tens (Yeah!)
I only f*ck baddies
F*ckin' that bitch, and she send me the addy
F*ckin' that bitch and I'm f*ckin' her fatty
She suck on the dick and she did it so gladly
Get to suckin' and stop being chatty, huh
And y'all don't want smoke with a gang
Cause we keep them Glocks, hit you in your brain
And I'm takin' all these Percocet's, they makin' me insane
And I bought a .50 Cal, and that shit is goin' boom
And I'm puttin' on protection, cause I think I'm nuttin' soon
Uh, uh uh uh
That's what she say when I'm hittin' her
Fingered that pussy cause I had to finish her
Yo, bitch, gave me clues, like she's a motherf*ckin' riddler
She like a rough, so I'ma go spit on her
My face is a C, so now she gon' sit on it
Heh and I'm gettin' all this money, this ain't somethin' funny
Yeah, I'm gettin' big racks, yeah, I'm gettin' big stacks
Buy whatever the f*ck I want, I don't give a f*ck,
What?
And your bitch is my slut
Hit that bitch once, yeah, she lickin' my nut
Me and Lil Will, yeah, we don't give no f*cks
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Writer: Willie Gunn, Miles Anderson
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