| Kill, kill, kill
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| Under covers you’ll find another
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| Under covers you’ll find another
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| You know you wanna
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| Kill, kill, kill
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| Kill, kill, kill
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| Under covers you’ll find another
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| Under covers you’ll find another
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| You know you wanna
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| Kill, kill, kill
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| Wassup, wassup, wassup hoe I’m so smug
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| Throwing signs when I show up
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| Gang signs with my whole clique
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| And them hoes sick, they throwin' up
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| Crown king on my chair
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| I got no peers
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| I got no people to fear
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| I don’t know what I should feel
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| And I don’t care, you’ll feel what I feel when you’re here
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| Uh, back on my bullshit
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| Back with a stack and a full clip
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| Taking a shot, taking a shot
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| Fuck that, I’m taking your spot, nigga
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| Please don’t fuck with me
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| Fresh to death and I’m dressed to kill
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| My steez is so deceased
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| Maui
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| Under covers, you’ll find another
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| Killer, killer, killer, er…
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| Under covers, you’ll find another
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| Killer, killer, killer, er… |