Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Killa Man, artist - Waka Flocka Flame.
Date of issue: 10.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Killa Man |
My flag Waka Flocka, I be flamed up |
She say I throw my money with so much anger |
Reckless eyeballs in the club, middlefinger |
Blowin' kush, I’m the nigga, fuck a hater |
Watch cost 30, bracelet cost 40 |
Chain cost a 100, man, I ball all year |
You just ball for a weekend, shit, my nigga, I’m treatin' |
What yo' bitch drinkin'? |
I bet her pussy leakin' |
I’ll turn a nun out, I’ll have her freakin' |
These ex pills got me sweatin', God damn a nigga rollin' |
If she look, she tooken, nigga, you know the rules |
These bitches love my swag, thank you, Pro Tools |
My bankroll too big for a rubberband |
Car load, trunk load, full of kilograms |
Kingston killer, I don’t give a damn |
Fuck around with my money, I’mma kill a man |
Kill a man, me, I’mma kill a man |
Brooklyn, Kingston, I’mma kill a man |
A-Town niggas don’t give a damn |
Fuck with my money, I’mma kill a man |
Bankroll too big, can’t fold it up |
All you fake rap niggas can’t fuck with us |
Remy, peach Crush, my double cup — AK that choppa |
Nigga, 5ive Mics and Waka, yeah, Zooly Gang is my shottas |
Blood gang and I’m kingpin, A-Town and Kingston |
I know murderers and killers, goons and gorillas |
I’m worldwide but I’m certified, ho, Instagram my pictures |
Uh, New York so what’s poppin'? |
I’m racked up and I got it |
Nigga, rob me, I got it, got a hundred rounds and I’m bout it |
All I ever wanted was to make cake |
You the nigga tryna flex in a fake chain |
All I ever did was remain same |
Yeah, I stayed true while you had to change, fool |
Young god gon' get it when the fame due |
Wit' the same crew, nah, we don’t hate you |
You hate you knowing that you fake too |
Now everybody sayin' that I made you |