Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Killa, artist - Silas. Album song 1998, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: BobbyBoy
Song language: English
Killa |
| I be rappin', rappin' mafucka |
| They don’t even know |
| Tryna do this and go play World of Warcraft |
| And fuck yo bitch |
| Yeah |
| Riddin' through my city, give a fuck 'bout you |
| Whatchu know 'bout life? |
| We can keep that too |
| When we kick that kung-fu, dojo moves |
| And I got a bad joint like Doja too |
| When I get home, yeah, we 'gon make that move |
| And she break that down when I hit the booth |
| At the show backstage and I smoke that boof |
| Fuck with me 'cause I hold trey deuce |
| 32 rounds in the dome piece |
| You the type to fuck with the police |
| Had my phone buzzin' on them late nights |
| Talkin' 'bout somethin' didn’t seem right |
| What you really mean right? |
| Got the red dot with a beam right |
| Talkin' 'bout you, talkin' 'bout, talk-tal-ta |
| You the type of pussy that really be fakin' |
| Comin' from my city, yeah, boy this shit vacant |
| Hey, hey, what did you say? |
| Bitches be dissin', I lived in the kitchen |
| I whip with the spoon and some titties went missin' |
| And I mastered my flow movin' smooth like I’m Pippin |
| The GOAT like I’m Jordan when I be recordin' |
| The city been waitin' for somethin' like this |
| You the type to die on a night like this |
| Homies outside speakin' life like this (Ooo, Ooo) |
| Cookin' the pot, talkin' my shit, flippin' the box |
| Think about life, servin' the rock |
| Steph in the joint like East Coast Killa |
| But they never loved me like Stone Faced Killa |
| Silas on the mic baby in the show like Killa |
| When he rippin' and slippin' and people really wanna flip it |
| But they never gonna listen so I gotta keep it head like |
| Woah, fuck rap |
| Gotta keep it tucked, but I buck back |
| Fuckin' with me then you must draft |
| 'Cause I got hand boys then you goin'-then you goin' |
| Back where I come from, with a new flow |
| 'Bouta leave 'em dead, boy, new name, tombstone |
| We don’t play card games, but I’m still Uno |
| We don’t play love songs, but I stack C-notes |
| Break it down, roll around |
| Killa town, make a sound |
| Break it down, roll around |
| Killa town, make a-make a |
| Break it down, roll around |
| Killa town, make a sound |
| Break it down, roll around |
| Killa town, make a-make a |
| Break it down, roll around |
| Killa town, make a sound |
| Break it down, roll around |
| Killa town, make a-make a |
| Break it down, roll around |
| Killa town, make a sound |
| Break it down, roll around |
| Killa town, make a-make a |