Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Killa Man , by - Waka Flocka Flame. Release date: 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 |