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Cam'ron
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Killa
I might long mink it or fly fox it Might floor seat it or skybox it What's in my pocket? Don't worry, I got it Araab, hit 'em with a sky rocket
You a love cuffer, me and my blood brothers Cook the beef like Fuddruckers, duck sucker What I think of them? I ain't no judge, fucker What I deal with? Nothin' but drugs, brother
Smack ya girl, kill ya pops, take ya mother Stab ya aunt, hit ya sis, duct tape ya brother First drawer is all suede, Jamaican colors Make 'em take cover
Me? I teach laundering, Coke, please bond with me Only time you meet girls on E-Harmony The block, I treat like the pharmacy From the back of Delanor to the Armory
Killa, killa, killa, we killa Killa, killa, killa, we killa Killa, killa, killa, we killa Killa, killa, killa, we killa
Yo, if these walls could speak, they'd tell me, 'Let's go' Like Wall Street, Billy First, Meeko and Gecko Was ambitious, determined, I'm in Joe Pesch mode They put my name in the black book 'cause they petro
Black retro's, yeah, them 60 plus And black expo, necks broke just to look at us Ridiculous delivery, the boss type She fell in love with my kick game like paw spikes
Half the shit you spit plain, you part nice Half the brick is cooked 'caine, that's hard white Automar bright, all the haters respect it 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Feel like a governor in the Schwarzenegger collection
I'm just fuckin' them, I don't care who she slept with Shorty only good for the throat like chloraseptic These rappers hot combs, your boy the next pick I don't straighten it out, get blown when the Tech spit
Killa, killa, killa, we killa Killa, killa, killa, we killa Killa, killa, killa, we killa Killa, killa, killa, we killa
Yo, I was always a smart ass, pullin' BMs out of Park Ave Hand the rock to 'em off the ground like a bounce pass Coke ash, so was my heart when the pound blast You could fuck up some paper, just make sure gutter mouth stash
No OutKast, love me low in the Big Boi Border her ass, 'throw some D's on her like Rich Boy Benz high class, Crown Vic's be our 6-4 Shit is like Crenshaw, way to be Blood and Crip calls
He ain't lying, get thrown from the 6th floor Blown from the 4-5, my dick in ya bitch jaw All them diamonds, that's what my wrist for Any problems? That's what the clique for
Fuck a big tour, I sail on the sick shore Girls are like lotto, doggy, I pick 4 Word homie, they phony Macy's, Neiman's, Bloomy's, they know me
Killa, killa, killa, we killa Killa, killa, killa, we killa Killa, killa, killa, we killa Killa, killa, killa, we killa
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