Killa Songtext
von Bodega Bamz
Killa Songtext
The coldest winter will kill a nigga, listen to Killa nigga
SDE, come home with me
Hell no I don′t feel a nigga, what? I'm a dealer nigga
Willie, I′ma get you up outta 1B
Who you know that's a realer nigga? Silver screen pictures
Champagne wishes, bare picture budget
The bills keep comin', went to Buffalo couple P′s and Q′s
I stay 'em, your digi scale weigh wrong
I need every gram, I need every line
99 problems, I′m on 95 Down South where the birds go
I brung my sunshine she a Virgo
Winter time snorkel, weather, diesal sold
I wear a black, gold leather, downtown I'm a ho sella
I′m filling addicts in my whole cellar
They dipped and dabbled in manteca but all my fiends knows better
Closed mouths, I feed them too
I got 20/20 vision, unbelievable
Bright and early, juevo frito with mangu, finito
My drive's like Manu Ginóbili
If there′s a problem
I tell 'em get 'em boys
G-g-g-get ′em boys
G-g-g-get ′em boys
If there's a problem
I tell ′em get 'em boys
G-g-g-get ′em boys
G-g-g-get 'em boys
Pull the trigga and kill a nigga
Listen to Killa nigga
Confessions are fuego, purple haze
Spanish Harlem for real, Papi
Still making deals, Papi
Say "hola," we here, Papi
Every day
We here
All of us at it for cream, I know that thing well
But when the King fell, all he had was his Queen
I was hungry in the three X, they ain′t want me in the GS
Couple old heads, similar to Sunny from the BX
Corner store fetti, Nike check Valore sweat me
Lord bless me, I'm war ready, Eto Shakur Pesci
I'll die by it if my sword lets me, all sketchy
Till the coroner sketch me, I′ma ball heavy
Tannin′ with a cannon, had me campin' in the Hampton
Lotion, road trip, jammin′, throw the cam in
Confessions are fire plus I'm gamblin′ my handin'
Niggas addressing the choir, affidavits and Mirandas
If there′s a problem
I tell 'em get 'em boys
G-g-g-get ′em boys
G-g-g-get ′em boys
If there's a problem
I tell ′em get 'em boys
G-g-g-get ′em boys
G-g-g-get 'em boys
You want a problem?
Then come and get it boy
G-g-g-get it boy
G-g-g-get it boy
You want a problem?
Then come and get it boy
G-g-g-get it boy
G-g-g-get it boy
SDE, come home with me
Hell no I don′t feel a nigga, what? I'm a dealer nigga
Willie, I′ma get you up outta 1B
Who you know that's a realer nigga? Silver screen pictures
Champagne wishes, bare picture budget
The bills keep comin', went to Buffalo couple P′s and Q′s
I stay 'em, your digi scale weigh wrong
I need every gram, I need every line
99 problems, I′m on 95 Down South where the birds go
I brung my sunshine she a Virgo
Winter time snorkel, weather, diesal sold
I wear a black, gold leather, downtown I'm a ho sella
I′m filling addicts in my whole cellar
They dipped and dabbled in manteca but all my fiends knows better
Closed mouths, I feed them too
I got 20/20 vision, unbelievable
Bright and early, juevo frito with mangu, finito
My drive's like Manu Ginóbili
If there′s a problem
I tell 'em get 'em boys
G-g-g-get ′em boys
G-g-g-get ′em boys
If there's a problem
I tell ′em get 'em boys
G-g-g-get ′em boys
G-g-g-get 'em boys
Pull the trigga and kill a nigga
Listen to Killa nigga
Confessions are fuego, purple haze
Spanish Harlem for real, Papi
Still making deals, Papi
Say "hola," we here, Papi
Every day
We here
All of us at it for cream, I know that thing well
But when the King fell, all he had was his Queen
I was hungry in the three X, they ain′t want me in the GS
Couple old heads, similar to Sunny from the BX
Corner store fetti, Nike check Valore sweat me
Lord bless me, I'm war ready, Eto Shakur Pesci
I'll die by it if my sword lets me, all sketchy
Till the coroner sketch me, I′ma ball heavy
Tannin′ with a cannon, had me campin' in the Hampton
Lotion, road trip, jammin′, throw the cam in
Confessions are fire plus I'm gamblin′ my handin'
Niggas addressing the choir, affidavits and Mirandas
If there′s a problem
I tell 'em get 'em boys
G-g-g-get ′em boys
G-g-g-get ′em boys
If there's a problem
I tell ′em get 'em boys
G-g-g-get ′em boys
G-g-g-get 'em boys
You want a problem?
Then come and get it boy
G-g-g-get it boy
G-g-g-get it boy
You want a problem?
Then come and get it boy
G-g-g-get it boy
G-g-g-get it boy
Writer(s): Tivon Key Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
