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Killa Sama

Killa Sama is a musical artist known for their unique style and captivating performances. They have gained recognition for their lyrical prowess and ability to connect with audiences through their music. Their sound blends various genres, creating a distinct and memorable experience for listeners. Overall, Killa Sama is an artist with immense talent and a promising future in the music industry. more »

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I got no fucks on charity 
I swear to God I'll hang it up right now 
If by 2 more vowels you don't swear by me 
Turn your faith in 2 seconds 
Walk up in a Chase 
2 stepping, new lesson
2 clips 
2 plus 7 millimeter weapon 
Imma need them scriptures, no questions 
Rosaries and kicks 
And God bless the pricks who keep testing 
All gang aside 
This shit about pride 
With they mouth wide 
It ain't about shout, this about tide 
Climate rap this shit about time 
Oh Interscope 
You might disapprove of my views 
A little inapprope 
But if we ever come to term and learned 
I let the school board burn 
I'll confess my crime in stereo 
Ally's dad in the trunk 
with his mouth tapped
Oh here we go 
Mossbergs for air bags 
Oh do I dare brag 
About the clout 
And all the clouds hanging over my casket 
When they call my last bid 
I'm in
I'm all out 
Like house wives drinking their shiraz 
I was lost in the sauce
Round the time Ross bought a Maybach 
Hear your brain rot 
Right now kitchen looking like Baywatch 
Conserve when you cook 
Use the same pot 
Pass the same pot 
Imma pass this record off sacred 
When in all reality 
I ain't ever been more basic 
Shit lets face it 
Ya'll dumb dumbs 
I get dumb rich 
While you dumb lit 
On your sweet Loraine shit 
I'm on this side of paradise 
God damn that's finger licking on Piedmont 
I can tell you what the B's want 
Nikka that's 

Sell out by the cases 
Bitch that's sell out by the cases 
Yeah 
Capri-sun in my Nissan
With the lease on 
Bout bread like I'm dijon 
Nikka that's sell out by these cases 
Hoe I sell out by the cases 
Bitch I sell out, Sell out, Sell out 
Sell out 
Sell out 
Sell out 
Sell out 
Sell out 

Oh damn I feel like Tenchi 
Cause someone always around 
And always talking bout quench me 
I'll let your Mom and Pops dump your body 
Then smoke them out 
Before we crash the party off of 10th St. 
Walk up in that party and rub on that booty gently 
Girls they love me they think I'm so friendly 
Butt cheeks red up in the Acuratti Bentley
Every time I hit it she telling me what my rent be 
My sell out been a long time coming 
I remember days lost and running 
Kept telling myself 
Soon
I'm the monster under your bed  
I'm paying rent from your room
Went back to your girl's house
Everybody know Killa   
I leave keys in the womb 
King Midas 
In the lightest
Got sell out 
Meanwhile these rappers all sell out 
Mossbergs for air bags 
Oh do I dare brag 
About the clout 
And all the clouds hanging over my casket 
When they call my last bid 
I'm in
I'm all out 
Like house wives drinking their shiraz 
I was lost in the sauce
Round the time Ross bought a Maybach 
Hear your brain rot 
Right now kitchen looking like Baywatch 
Conserve when you cook 
Use the same pot 
Pass the same pot
Imma pass this record off sacred 
When in all reality 
I ain't ever been more basic 
Shit lets face it 
Ya'll dumb dumbs 
I get dumb rich 
While you dumb lit 
On your sweet Loraine shit 
I'm on this side of paradise 
God damn that's finger licking on Piedmont 
I can tell you what the B's want 
Nikka that's 

Sell out by the cases 
Bitch that's sell out by the cases 
Yeah 
Capri-sun in my Nissan
With the lease on 
Bout bread like I'm dijon 
Nikka that's sell out by the cases 
Yuh I sell out by the cases 
Bitch I sell out, Sell out, Sell out 
Sell out 
Sell out 
Sell out 
Sell out 
Sell out 

I got no fucks on charity 
I swear to God I'll hang it up right now 
If by 2 more vowels you don't swear by me 
Imma broke maw fucka on the charts now
Million dollar deals on my phone with no charge
How the f*ck I walk around 
Looking at life ripping all the parts out 
I dropped chemistry 
For my schedule's symmetry  
In life we do what we must and not tendency 
If death contend 
I open fire contestantly   
Every day I get it like who you work for 
Who sent for me 
Escort of suits 
Empty hall, cue symphony 
Curlito in place, yeah remember me 
Yeah I'm the only one who had enough sense to keep 
Doing what I'm supposed to 
That mean Imma keep putting on for mine 
And me secondly  
Come on referee you got a line men 
So you don't need me telling you every time then 
Got enough on my plate trying to tantalize them 
Got the culture watching 
Imma Captain Aizen 
I need you to see with your eyes then 
Don't think with your mind when you're pricing 
Cause I married the game so we feel 
That the cake need a little more icing

Sell out by the cases 
Bitch that's sell out by the cases 
Yeah 
Capri-sun in my Nissan
With the lease on 
Bout bread like I'm dijon 
Nikka that's sell out by these cases 
Hoe I sell out by the cases 
Bitch I sell out, Sell out, Sell out 
Sell out 
Sell out 
Sell out 
Sell out 
Sell out 

Yeah, Sell out by the cases
Yeah I sell out by the cases 
Bitch that's sell out by the cases 
Yeah 
Sell out by the cases yuh 
I sell out by the cases yuh
Sell out by the cases
Sell out by the cases yuh 
I sell out by the cases yuh

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