Lyrics Kilo - Boston George

Kilo

Kilo, a kilo, all I ever wanted was a kilo
A kilo, oh (a kilo a kilo) a kilo oh (a kilo a kilo)
All I ever wanted was a kilo
All I ever wanted was a kilo
All I ever wanted was a kilo
A kilo, a kilo
All I ever wanted was a kilo
All I ever wanted was a kilo
All I ever wanted was a kilo
A kilo, a kilo
All I ever wanted was a kilo
All I ever wanted was a kilo
All I ever wanted was a kilo
A kilo, a kilo oh
(Interlude x2)
Met my blunt in the spring
We got rich over tha summer
We got mixed cold numbers
We got mixed cold numbers
All I ever wanted was a kilo
Look at my neck it’s subzero
I done put so many niggas on
I swear to god I got to be a hero
Look at my plucky latino
Fifty bands fit in these jeans, though
Hunid rounds fit in that banana clip
While I’m watching the money machines go
All I ever wanted was a stash-box
Shout out to my nigga Chino
Me and my niggas who in dice now
I swear it look like a casino
I pray to God that he could sing me a plug
He send me a mask and His name is Jesus
Browl with that choppa, that new Lamborghini
I swear to God dead, I’m protectin' my Coupe
(Hook)
All I ever wanted was a kilo
All I ever wanted was a kilo
All I ever wanted was a kilo
A kilo, a kilo
All I ever wanted was a kilo
All I ever wanted was a kilo
All I ever wanted was a kilo
A kilo, a kilo
(Interlude x2)
Met my blunt in the spring
We got rich over tha summer
We got mixed cold numbers
We got mixed cold numbers
Meat came through for a six piece
I only had four, got my phone for the back girl
Plug on the way, nigga whacha ran out?
That sooner type o' things, you ain’t even gotta answer
Said Nate bought that paper, we don’t pass up
Nigga, while you wait, nigga throw the gas up
It’s a bad bitch sittin' on the couch
For the paper that bitch give an answer
All I ever wanted was a kilo
Death in defense and a Ricco
My shootaz got roogers, they hunchin' like coogars
They shoot ya easy as a freeto
All I wanna do is make a come round
Talk about bandz, I got a ton of ‘em
Di nigga done rape and they really done trap
They ache and they fop, I got burn money
(Hook)
(Interlude x2)
Met my blunt in the spring
We got rich over tha summer
We got mixed cold numbers
We got mixed cold numbers
(Outro)
Went back to Miami where all of my niggas
They cost me a couple of kilos
That rollie is prezy, the color of yayo
They cost me a couple of kilos
The lambo is yellow, it cost me some hunnids
That equal a buss of the kilo
A kilo, shout out my amigo oh