Lyrics:
The all by just text me
Said the Lord’s always gon’ bless me
I pray you, I got the gun on me
If a nigga eva try to scratch me
I still kill for killas
Make
I just want a Lucille
Andromeda rocks on the wheel
Catch me out stuntin
I be too blunted
I’m with some killas
Who really don’t feel
I just want
[Verse 1] Welcome to the land of misery Where my delivery strikes with madness Hearts explode from a touch of the 44 blastin (Party) By the killas
don't give a fuck about none of these niggas
I turn it up,
Come on, come on, killas
Here go my cup, give me some more liquor
Open this back window, let me
a stone
To you my dear
* : Haitian Creole Word
*(1) My Mrs
*(2) i know
*(3) what quality you are
*(4) you never changed
*(5) you are always there by my
meh
I'm a rude boy with a lil bit-a manners
Never tolerated any banter
My style ain't average
See you boastin' abou' yuh fake marriage
Wish you
Killa Kali these niggas got to start trying
Condo talk to me
I'm in high fashion garments when
I'm moving through the
I'm in half fashion garments
that's why I feel Pac
How we let 'em kill Nipsey, though? I'm still shocked
That nigga showed me so much love I couldn't hold the tears
Inspired by
Aaron Yates
Style lee lee killa Norman Bates
Holla at me like I'm ollie gates
Imma put the milli to your face
The nerve of ya yellin you're a murderer
duck for cover
I come with a chrome y'all can makin' hoes pay the cost
Infrared to ya head full of lead yawkin' lames
You can betcha by the dollar
(Uh, uh)
I'm in competition with the opposition 'til they dead
I don't fall asleep on pussy niggas, pistol by the bed
My lil' nigga retarded, he give
through my veins
So I'm strong
Ha ha ha
Bye, bye, bye
Lets get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these n****s
But I'm not gonna cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa
her
And if she is yo girl, I'm sorry but you finna miss her
I'm Jo Jig nigga, but yo girl call me MR
Lick Em Low himself, aka Da Pussy Killa
What it do
of Lil' Robs
Is ther anythin' that you would like to say
To them Player Haters and if so what would it be
[Verse Two: Mr. Shadow]
Man I gotta give it
In the middle of two hoes I feel like Malcom
Put an X on all my hoes
Lil bitch I'm rich now what's the outcome
Niggas talking bout' they killas
But
shit, man!
You could have it man.
We good!
Killa!
See you like to front (Word!)
Me I like to stunt (True!)
I go for it on fourth down you
know Lil Boosie be in yo city on yo stage
Do wat you gon' do to me
After the show I'm wit my fans givin' kisses and hugs
While you get bodyguard by
knife killa
Two wild loose guerillas....untamed guerillas
Nigga....were....y'all....at, I'm a lil' tiger
And I wear....all....black full of that
kick it, 32 diamonds of marble in the dentist
I'm Donald Trump I grab the world by the crotch and kiss 'em
Make her bow down and now she's addicted
man tings..
Lil man can't know about..
I buy shit..
I don't even care about the amount..
Big girls want big stuff
cll ma real haters better come
and lil' Killa
Took the blame in interviews and made it look like I was trippin'
Made the Dreka song, lied to the world while tryna protect her image
Tell
Sawed-off I eat those
These clothes they free though
Straight from the back of the Supreme store
Don't give a fuck about these hoes (hold on, run
Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)
It's the jump off (Come on)
[Verse 1: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump
Excuse me lil' miss can you be my Mrs.
I'm just a nigga from the Rock can you dig it
Seen you on the 'gram glad you not catfishing
Shoot my shot like I
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