lirik lagu killa kyleon - flicka da wrist freestyle
[verse:]
i need a doctor
i done f-cked up my wrist ’round here playing with forks
seen a hundred ’round here playing with chalk
vvs, they gon’ play in the dark
f-ckin’ with k!lla, that’s suicide
you done jumped in the water to play with a shark
i’m from the port, got a bad b-tch out the car
slab full of wood like an ark
know what, n-gga? i can show a n-gga, way better than tell ’em
chopper get to yelling if your loose lips get to snitching and telling
don’t got no love for no b-tch
i don’t think cupid exists
eyes on the prize cause i’m focused on rich
i’m ’bout my money like mitch
play with that check cause i just hit a l!ck
contracted n-gga, i play with them bricks just like dwight at the line
n-ggas that hate, i’ma play with his b-tch
beat up that ho like she mine
watch full of diamonds, i can’t see the time
i bought this b-tch for the shine
heart of a lion, y’all n-ggas p-ssy like cats
real getting too hard to find, fake, i don’t pay it mind
i am legend, n-gga, real sh-t
i am legend, that’s will smith
all these b-tches on it, i should deal d-ck
i ain’t got emotions, i don’t feel sh-t
i’m the mvp, steph curry
too much money, i don’t get debt worried
want king johnny just to get my jewelry
‘fore the bank open, i’ma get that early
dez bryant, i be catching plays
tell the pyrex we can catch a fade
d-ck-riding rappers trying to catch a wave
i’m too busy balling, tell her check my page
i see ’em running them likes, got ’em all in my dms
n-gga, better get his bm before i take a n-gga b-tch like liam
real n-gga, street credit, i ain’t got no limit like pm
i got the game doing life, tell ’em free my n-gga cm
no seal, no deal, when i’m all going in, i ain’t got no chill
f-ck that, ’bout to k!ll ’em, gon’ write that will
what’s that? gotta get it, let me eat my meal
just that, blue hundred my b-tch cop that
p-ssy whip out the money, everybody hush that
be quiet, broke n-gga, we done heard enough that
plug late with the work, tell the n-gga rush that
flush that if the law’s in my spot, i’m running
f-cking up a sack, tell the money i’m coming
get a ride with the blue, get it running in my hand
keep it one hundred, i be thumbing through a grand, understand?
i do
this ain’t no verse, this a eulogy
murder, murder, murder, pop, pop, pop, pop
chrome’s out the bezel like top out the watch
i ain’t drawing no numbers, i’m sn-tching the box
treat the booth like the block
in it like i’m selling rocks
got your b-tch giving me top
the baddest b-tches, still treat ’em like thots
still money over b-tches, i don’t think i can stop
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