KILLA SSEASON

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Robb Bank$ - Rap, Hip-Hop

KILLA SSEASON

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[Intro] Bitch, uh Femto Big SSETT, uh huh The Union Yeah, swea' (Yea) Broward County, I promise you I think I might be happy Yeh-yeah Yea-yea-yeah, yea-yeah (Yeah, another one, 'nother one) I like you Hol up, I'm like [Verse 1] Who you niggas is, where you niggas stay? (Yeah, yeah) Yall ain't cut like that, and I'm tailor-made (Yeah, facts) You gon' cuff the thot, I already slayed (Yeah, yeah) Right outside the trap, I seen a nigga laid (Grrt, bap) Touch her lady parts, leave it on her frontal (Don't touch me) Ten up on the spot, Twenty on the spot (Turn the beat up) Got the Glocks bustin', got your heart rushin' (Seizure) Head concussion, Gaza like Russian (Rawr, rawr, rawr) [Chorus] I be like move, move, move (WOK WOK) Get out the way (YUH) Cause I move the bricks, I get out the yay' (Rawr, raaah) I got two more clips to get out and spray (YUH, YUH) I got all blue tips that's stuffed in that K (YUH, YUH, YUH) And I'm like whoa whoa whoa, get your hand out my face (Bitch) Do a Van Dam drop and hop out the air (YUH, YUH) She went to Stanford, but ain't really the brains (Yeah, swea') Know I got the answers, don't question what I say (boop boop boop boop, WOKKK) [Verse 2] Got a camgirl with a Backpage (Yeah, facts) She use a backdrop when I fuck her face (Uh, wha) Ascot around my hickies like Fred, yeah (Bitch) I had to catch a body when I was still in 10th grade Thirty clips or better, Hunnid clips or better, yeah, uh Call me Mayweather, call me Mayweather (Uh, yea) Share it on you, cursed bitch, chain letter I feel like Fred Durst with the red fitted, aw, yahh (Happy) Most valued player, I don't do scrimmage I made that solar flare, comin' out the dentist I'm on a iron throne, I don't talk to peasants And this ain't a quiet storm, I'm category 7 [Chorus] I be like move, move, move (WOK WOK) Get out the way (YUH) Cause I move the bricks, I get out the yay' (Rawr, raaah) I got two more clips to get out and spray (YUH, YUH) I got all blue tips that's stuffed in that K (YUH, YUH, YUH) And I'm like whoa whoa whoa, get your hand out my face (Bitch) Do a Van Dam drop and hop out the air (YUH, YUH) She went to Stanford, but ain't really the brains (Yeah, swea') Know I got the answers, don't question what I say (boop boop boop boop, WOKKK) [Outro: Cam'ron] I be like move, get out the way, cause I...

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  • Cris Dinero
  • Robb Bank$