| I feel like I’m too hard to die man
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| I feel like I can’t see faded, you know?
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| I feel like can’t no nigga fade me
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| I feel like I’m the hardest nigga to walk the earth and shit
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| You know what I’m saying?
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| Blaaah!
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| Steady comin got you runnin for your damn life
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| I’m busting shots with this Glock, nigga act right
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| You crossed this nigga how you playin I’m a naughty head
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| The last bitch got 4 shots to the head
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| I squeezed off and watched his brain hit the concrete
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| Last breath, last motherfucking heartbeat
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| There was no motive for the murder on the straight tip
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| And all you seen was blood and brains every damn where
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| So I refuse to shoot a nigga in his stomach or his face or his forehead (killa!)
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| Kill-a-head and the body dead
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| Kill-a-head and the body dead
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| Come down, your best bet is to sport a vest
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| Nevertheless
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| I’m leaving a mess
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| Nigga, fuck your chest
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| Hollow points leaving brains on the front seat
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| Fuck with me and I’mma set you free nigga
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| Pop my trunk check out my funk
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| Nothing but pumps
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| Leave that ass smelling like raw conch
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| You coochie niggas playing with it you gon get shitted
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| Metro wants to know who did it
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| Now ain’t nobody rapping to the fucking cops
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| And if they do we coming back for 'lick them blood clots
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| We killing bitches not to mention snitches everyday
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| The 9 Glock triple platinum in the MIA
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| Kill-a-head and the body dead
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| Kill-a-head and the body dead
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| Kill-a-head and the body dead
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| Kill-a-head and the body dead
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| Kill-a-head and the body dead
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| Kill-a-head and the body dead
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| Kill-a-head and the body dead
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| Kill-a-head and the body dead
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| The graveyeard is my home
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| Tombstones and bones
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| Murder weapons is the case now don’t hearse my bone
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| Headhunting is my hobby who the victim be
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| And who’s next on my everyday headless spree
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| My gravedigger got a fade with a nappy top
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| Now I’m a fool and a freak for them dreadlocks
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| Quick to pull a trigger cuz that’s all I know
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| Robbing creeps raping hoez and just slanging dope
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| I got my masters in disaster
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| I’m like Andrew kick in your door at your hoe mad, your dawg too
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| I’m new in town your ain’t heard man Jason Lee
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| Satisfied to his ass I had him begging please
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| I went to hell now I’m back and I’m hellafied
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| Took over down there made the devil cry
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| I’m a bad motherfucker with a bad rep
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| I got a trophy in my mouth for every bitch I killed
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| I killed my wife and my kids, my parents too
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| I killed my posse and my friends, I’m after you
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| I crash your party kill your bed smoke some killer man
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| What the fuck, I’m deaf fucking up, and I’m 'on Kill again
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| Kill-a-head and the body dead
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| Kill-a-head and the body dead
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| Kill-a-head and the body dead
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| Kill-a-head and the body dead
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| Kill-a-head and the body dead
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| Kill-a-head and the body dead
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| Kill-a-head and the body dead
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| Kill-a-head and the body dead
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| I’m paranoid 'cause I’m hearing thangs
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| Time served only out a few months, associated with birds
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| They wanna plot, but I got bad nerves
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| Peep, milli 14 on the front seat
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| You want to be there for your kids, nigga play with it
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| It’s grounds missing who did it? |
| I’mma deal with it
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| So 'fuck I care about your shawty?
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| Nigga you been naughty
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| You skipped town with two pounds of my doo-doo brown
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| Naw nigga how you playing I done counted that
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| You wanted work, all you had to do is fucking ask
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| My cuban friend want his ends
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| Instead of you flipping the dividends straight to me and him you cop a benz
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| Silly rabbit you dont started stabbing, now I got to let you have it
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| Rapid-fire from my automatic
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| You left me stuck so now you out of luck
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| 'Cause you done fucked my credit up
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| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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| Coochie nigga what fuck another minute you won’t get to spend it
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| I’m licking shots like a dread, bitch, Kill-a-head
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| Kill-a-head and the body dead
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| Kill-a-head and the body dead
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| Kill-a-head and the body dead
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| Kill-a-head and the body dead |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kill-A-Head, artist - Trick Daddy. Album song Based On A True Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп