Lyrics:
you should see Polythene Pam Yeah, yeah, yeah Get a dose of her in jackboots and kilt She's killer-diller when she's dressed To the hilt she's the kind
ninety-seven He said "I ain't never seen you get down like that" He ain't give a fuck about the kilt This dress whatever the fuck they call it You see, niggas
honey, My bonny Hieland laddie, In his wee bittie kilt Of caledonian pladie He's my new love, my true love My sweetest sugar daddy As we're tripping
a lot of blood spilt, Kids on the playground shot down and kilt! Nobody wants to live on the 1st floor no more 'Cause stray bullets explore!
feather (boy) Don't grow and get killed, by that lil' boy in the kilt Yeah I just bought a vest and upgraded my wheel, yeah That's how I feel, for real,
or some dunks you ain't on Givenchy, but no kilt, mi amor We can't leave, for we love the allure Hold mine down and stay above what you on On, I'm appeased
justice to Justice one fre' One thing that you niggas must acknowledge, I beat beef like the pants on Scottish kilt Is how it's dealt I've been
and kilt! Nobody wants to live on the 1st floor no more... 'cause stray bullets explore! We're killing ourselves off slowly but surely, And at the end
and kilts comin' with poison verbs And vocab sucka's be leavin' out on the slab (Why?) Whatcha gonna do? I got mad crew You on the camera, guess what? I see
silks with the kilt (ah) Wore his conehead backwards, cut the eyes out, left his shit tilt Meanwhile, a back of a Cullinan, Buckingham One hand
and scratching for every dime Till he threw it in and he kilt the road to walk that endless line Now he's The Last Hobo Riding the last boxcar On the last
Born on a mountain top in Tennessee greenest state in the land of the free Raised in the woods so's he knew every tree kilt him a b'ar when he
bitches trying to poison me Niggas who kilt loyalty Set me up, vested up my move accordingly I ducked ice picks and ice sticks by cops who rookies Hard
yuh) On my kilt, she need milk, okay like (ayy, ayy) Xxx on a Killstreak, huh (bitch) You pussy niggas, Rice Krispie, uh (what?) Fuck a white bitch
Five thousand dollar nigga get a pussy nigga kilt I got one foot in, one foot out One foot in, one foot out I really wanna rap but this trapping
a bear papa, hunnid kush, roll it Nigga try to see me, get kilt by appointment Your son wanna be me, get fly in the Lambo Hello, I'm ballin' Ain't shit
baby Thoroughly popping from here to overseas Fan feel us more cause they Know we’re fucking G’s on the radio But are you buzzing? Nigga please Just kilt
a kilt Peekin' out these low eyes Bitch, I feel like Left Eye, feel like oh, I, oh, I And I got that Pine-Sol, far as flow wise (yeah-yeah, squeaky)
love the folks who smile And say, "how-de-do" I'll meet her at the shore Playin the pipes for her Dressed in a kilt and a tam'oshanter too Drums
an abortion, I won't be kilt (killed) I'm the heart of Brooklyn, New York, I'm bedstuy I'm a christian woman's hand on the bible I won't lie I'm the code
it. We tipped it over and then we sold it. These are the things I whisper softly to my dolls, those heartless little thugs dressed in calico kilts
on the same block, a flunky had kilt lil' dead homes Niggas out here reppin' like they steppin', know they dead wrong (niggas know they dead wrong) I can
You're not built like that Homie, don't get kilt like that Always browsin', twenty thousand, I'm tryin' to be Wilt like that Sick as fuck, I'm ill like
the 80s (gang), once I'm back, get it in blood (on God) Yeah, you know who took that shit from you, come get it back in blood (let's get it) Kilt yo'
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