Lyrics:
about a spot where
People would kill to be, kill to be, kill to be
But y'all, it ain't as good as it seems, this livin' a dream is
Killin' me, killin
was for them suckaz that was tryin to creep
But peep the real - that when I got that murderin feelin
I can take a loss and make a killin and still be
uno dos tres quattro
be be
ahhh
be be
ahhh
bang bang
bang bang
bang bang
bang bang
you're killin' me baby, you're killin'
Everything I love is killin' me
Cigarettes, Jack Daniels and caffeine
And that's the way you're turnin' out to be
Everything I love gonna have to give up
I did the things I oughta
You still would not be mine
So I'll keep a tight grip on the bottle
Gettin' loose and killin' time
This killin' time
'
Ya', killin' ya', bringin' ya' down
Oh no! Ain't gonna be your boy no more
Ya' got one less foolin' you had before
Tried my best to please you
who I was and I was like, "Yo, what's up I'm Kanye"
"You that kid that gave all them beats to Jay? Yo, this nigga got classics to your beats, B"
You
Everything I love is killin' me
Cigarettes, Jack Daniels and caffeine
And that's the way you're turnin' out to be
Everything I love gonna have to give up
I did the things I oughta
You still would not be mine
So I'll keep a tight grip on the bottle
Gettin' loose and killin' time
This killin' time
(uh-huh)
But this motherfucker Ja musta lost his mind (woo)
That X, got him thinkin' he was DMX
Then he switched to Pac now he's tryna be him next
So
be him next
So which one are you? X, Luther, Pac or Michael?
Just keep singin' that same song, recycled
We'd all much rather get along then fight
the year of O-one
Now the lesson is over
And the killin's begun
gon' stress you, but I'ma let you know
Girl, you be killin' 'em
You be killin' 'em
Girl, you be killin' 'em
You be killin' 'em
Girl, you be killin
wreck toast to deaf notes
TEC blows, I only put a hole in your leg so
Ladies and gentlemen
It's going on right now
Official Nast' don't be
got guns (we got guns)
We got guns, you betta run (ya betta run, ya betta run, ya betta run)
We're killin' strangers
We're killin' strangers
We're
the lesson is over
And the killin's begun
a bad bitch
M-I-S,Miss
I'm gonna' keep talkin' shit till you get this
I'm gonna' bust up in the club wit' no guest list
Them otha' artist, I keep em'
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
down son you killin' 'em
(Ha Ha) Slow down son you killin' 'em
Always on that flow shit
Jeezy Montana
Cocaine capital
That would be Atlanta
One
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
it's pleasure
Baby, it feels so right
My arms won't be any use at all
If I can't hold you
'Cause your love's the killin' kind (killin' kind)
Your
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