The boy he a killa
I see myself I don't compete with niggas
I don't do fights, I'ma lift me a nigga way up in the air
It's cold in here so I'm wearing Moncler
Shotsrich real life look like a bear
My life is sweet as hell
She got some pussy for me to kill
Just ate a bunch and you know I'm bout benjis
Walk in the food court eating up plenty
Ya'll niggas don't really know bout chicken
Said he in the field but he isn't
You was in the crib doing dishes
The boy he a killa
The boy he a killa
The boy he a killa
Nigga I showed my face, nigga had backed down, madе a mistake thinkin' I'm kidding
Nigga I got sauce, get a lil pack off, nigga I could tеach you sumn bout shipping
Gun like hot sauce, told a nigga back off less he don't wanna make it home to his children (yea)
Young as hell, did a lotta dealing (yea)
Young as hell, hit a lotta women (yea)
Up in the morning, gone with the wind
Can't treat a bitch like a gentlemen (uh, uh)
Gun sound the beat, dun dun dun dun
She be fannin' for me, get a pom pom
Many Backwoods, smoke til' my lungs gone
I could hit, bust a nut, just in one song
I'm emotionless so I just move on
When you get right with God you can't do wrong
The boy he a killa
I see myself I don't compete with niggas
I don't do fights, I'ma lift me a nigga way up in the air
It's cold in here so I'm wearing Moncler
Shotsrich real life look like a bear
My life is sweet as hell
She got some pussy for me to kill
Just ate a bunch and you know I'm bout benjis
Walk in the food court eating up plenty
Ya'll niggas don't really know bout chicken
Said he in the field but he isn't
You was in the crib doing dishes
The boy he a killa
The boy he a killa
The boy he a killa
I see myself I don't compete with niggas
I don't do fights, I'ma lift me a nigga way up in the air
It's cold in here so I'm wearing Moncler
Shotsrich real life look like a bear
My life is sweet as hell
She got some pussy for me to kill
Just ate a bunch and you know I'm bout benjis
Walk in the food court eating up plenty
Ya'll niggas don't really know bout chicken
Said he in the field but he isn't
You was in the crib doing dishes
The boy he a killa
The boy he a killa
The boy he a killa
Nigga I showed my face, nigga had backed down, madе a mistake thinkin' I'm kidding
Nigga I got sauce, get a lil pack off, nigga I could tеach you sumn bout shipping
Gun like hot sauce, told a nigga back off less he don't wanna make it home to his children (yea)
Young as hell, did a lotta dealing (yea)
Young as hell, hit a lotta women (yea)
Up in the morning, gone with the wind
Can't treat a bitch like a gentlemen (uh, uh)
Gun sound the beat, dun dun dun dun
She be fannin' for me, get a pom pom
Many Backwoods, smoke til' my lungs gone
I could hit, bust a nut, just in one song
I'm emotionless so I just move on
When you get right with God you can't do wrong
The boy he a killa
I see myself I don't compete with niggas
I don't do fights, I'ma lift me a nigga way up in the air
It's cold in here so I'm wearing Moncler
Shotsrich real life look like a bear
My life is sweet as hell
She got some pussy for me to kill
Just ate a bunch and you know I'm bout benjis
Walk in the food court eating up plenty
Ya'll niggas don't really know bout chicken
Said he in the field but he isn't
You was in the crib doing dishes
The boy he a killa
The boy he a killa
The boy he a killa
( Anthony 1999 )
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