Lyrics:
the verse is ready
Not a how do I feel, not a how do I deal
If that's life, then nigga, how is it real?
These last couple of days I've been speaking to my
strategy meets skill
It's called cribbage, and it's a classic
I'll kick your ass and I'm not being sarcastic
With the board and pegs, you keep track of your
I gotta Bollywood Chick, she says she wants to know what Hollywood is
I gotta Bollywood chick, I love the way she makes her hips do a twist
Yeah I
on my bike and ya'll still ride trikes
And aah, flow mean, yeah boy too nice
I'm not a vampire don't be afraid of my bites
My flow crazy, like Pee Wee
beautiful in my way dances
'Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way spin
Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love
The only way to find this dusty track
Is to let me be your guide
When the dusty track ends the homestead begins
With two enormous gum trees standing side by
The scene's appealing, revealing weird feelings
Make you forget about what you believing
Another chick chilling against the wall
Flashing her boobs, legs
like hair cream
My wife nice, that's dick head mean
I'm not single but can make every
Single bitch in here cream
Cause I'm a freak, my wife freaky too
staying on track cause you thinking I fell
See a lot know my face but a few know me well
Just who I am is the one to make ya gel
Who am I? The chick that
ride alike
Will he be able to handle bars
Or will he die tonight?
My ride is like you might not
Even make it outside tonight
I swear to God it's like
If
you know kill a track like me
Dish it out get it back
Make it stack like me
Name a chick who can rap like me
I don't see not one
I'm in my own league
to make a black ghost turn pale
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
(Verse One)
K-I-L-L
This is the name that came to alter the game
Not like these rappers who spit
Even confess to when we mess up but that’s not my preference
I was raised inanimate, and tasked with slaying any chick
It’s either that or face the fact
make it out
What I mean to you, do I belong
I try to fight this but I know I'm not that strong
And I feel so helplessly
Watch my eyes are filled
on steady
I'm ready for the mission of freestylin' acting shitty
Converse you with the energy enemy I focus on ya
Every styles you make I will take
ready
Get ready, tonight
We're gonna make this a night to remember
Get ready, tonight
We're gonna make this a night to remember
What, what, what,
The scene's appealing revealing weird feelings
Make you forget about what you believing
Another chick chilling against the wall
Flashing her boobs legs spread
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
Chrislam (Chea!)
That's not a thing so I place this John
In your chicks palm
Give her something beautiful to kiss on
'Till I spit one to her lip balm
Or fall, slaughtered by the daughter of God
That makes me a Goddess (say what?), the one who rocks the hardest (say what?)
Uh, uh, definitely show
Ludacris Featuring Nicki Minaj
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Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Oou, Ayy, Ayy, See Ya Hoe!
ready
Get ready, tonight
We're gonna make this a night to remember
Get ready, tonight
We're gonna make this a night to remember
What, what, what,
ready
Get ready, tonight
We're gonna make this a night to remember
Get ready, tonight
We're gonna make this a night to remember
What, what, what,
like
You taking about me
Then you gonna die
Nobody be taking
Nothing that is mine
I'm ready to eat
But now I wanna vibe
You taking my chick
We gonna
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