Killy
Popcaan, J Hus
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Yeah Woii yoii Killy them Woii Killy them ready Anytime when the pan belly deh-deh Me a sip some Remy London badness, that a knife in a face and knife in a belly Grimy dawgs, grimy Woii yoii I don't have to kill him, let my killy kill him (kill him) I don't like spitting, I like blood spillin' (spillin') Insha'Allah we catch a nigga slippin' So crazy, JD, I was sippin' (True) I don't have to kill him, let my killy kill him (kill him) I don't like spitting, I like blood spillin' (spillin') Insha'Allah we catch a nigga slippin' So crazy, JD, I was sippin' (True) "Yo, my nigga, how you living?" I'm a man that's on a mission Wallahi, I ain't got no competition Anywhere I see him, I'ma clip him If you ever see them, start rinsing Cock it back 'til you hear it clicking Enter the party, I bring the clique in Had him leaking, I had him dripping Smoke Jamba, I'm never sniffing Pray my nigga don't go back to prison But he's got a hard head, he don't listen Jack The Ripper, man been rippin' Had them man there back flippin' Martial arts the way the mash is kickin' You see how my team's winning? Come like Nas the way it was written I don't have to kill him, let my killy kill him (kill him) I don't like spitting, I like blood spillin' (spillin') Insha'Allah we catch a nigga slippin' So crazy, JD, I was sippin' (True) I don't have to kill him, let my killy kill him (kill him) I don't like spitting, I like blood spillin' (spillin') Insha'Allah we catch a nigga slippin' So crazy, JD, I was sippin' Fire me gun, head a burst up Hammer a kick, but ah no World Cup Claat the four-five, me a no jerk up Pussy don't grin, this a no-no circus Killy them outside, never nervous Skull hotter than a Thermos, woii Rapid the ninety pan, clip curve up Like the Nike brand When we shoot, a no nothing like Lebron Dark and wild, yeah, me grow up a Glendevon AK a fire-fire rapid and reel Grip off the 'matic and full you with steel Been rich long before me album deal El Chapo, El Gringo, make the Phantom speed Yeah, me full a OGs Them ready fi go do the dirty work sumn' brazy (weh) I don't have to kill him, let my killy kill him (kill him) I don't like spitting, I like blood spillin' (spillin') Insha'Allah we catch a nigga slippin' Wah So crazy, JD, I was sippin' I don't have to kill him, let my killy kill him (kill him) I don't like spitting, I like blood spillin' (spillin') Insha'Allah we catch a nigga slippin' So crazy, JD, I was sippin' I don't have to kill him, let my killy kill him (kill him) I don't like spitting, I like blood spillin' (spillin') Insha'Allah we catch a nigga slippin' So crazy, JD, I was sippin' Grab a couple spinners, all my nigga's chip in I nearly bun my nigga, I was fuckin' trippin' Catch an opp with his bitch, they was there kissin' When he dies, I'll be on his grave pissin' Killy them ready Anytime when the pan belly deh-deh Me a sip some Remy London badness, that a knife in a face and knife in a belly Grimy dawgs, grimy Grimy dawgs, grimy
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Written by: Momodou Jallow, Andre Sutherland
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