Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Killa , by - Bodega Bamz. Release date: 13.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Killa |
| 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 of 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 |