Killa Killa (feat. Aiyana-Lee) (Explicit)

Ksi

2020-05-222:25 phútLời đồng bộ

"Killa Killa (feat. Aiyana-Lee) (Explicit)" là bài hát của Ksi, 2020, Pop. Thời lượng 2:25, 57 lines / 458 words.

Lời bài hát

0:02Battin' 'round the trap when I'm in the streets

0:05You don't wanna play, no, no

0:07Got a target on your back standin' next to me

0:10Ayy, hell no, you don't know who you're, ah

0:12Backed out with that look in her eye

0:15That'll make the Devil smile (Skrrt)

0:18Papi, tell me can you handle my type? (Ayy)

0:20Going on my level now (Ah)

0:23'Cause mami's a killa, killa (Ah, ah)

0:25Shoot like a rilla, rilla (Bop-bop)

0:28So, papi, tell me can you handle my type?

0:32Hell no, you don't you know who you're fuckin' with

0:34Music punchin' or the internet, I kill all of that

0:36Twenty million when I see the net, I made all of that

0:39Even when I'm ill, I see a vet, I'm an animal

0:41They know I'm eatin' up the threat like I'm Hannibal (Ayy, ayy)

0:44I got no reason to panic when all the money paid

0:47Tailor-made, wearin' Armani now that I'm feelin' suede

0:49Money May, now I can choose the weather on any day

0:52Anyway, king of the drama, killin' it every day

0:54Ooh, know you hurtin' 'cause you always throwback

0:57Ooh, rollin' through the pieces on a Kodak

0:59Ooh, I'm the catch, saving like a goalie (Ooh)

1:02Wishin', but I know you fuckin' hate me

1:05Backed out with that look in her eye

1:07That'll make the Devil smile (Skrrt)

1:10Papi, tell me can you handle my type? (Ayy)

1:13Going on my level now

1:15'Cause mami's a killa, killa

1:17Shoot like a rilla, rilla (Bop-bop)

1:20So, papi, tell me can you handle my type?

1:23Ayy, ayy, hell no, you don't you know who you're—

1:25Nah, you don't know who you're fuckin' with (Nah)

1:28I know many come and go when I go to this (I know many)

1:31Turn up in killer mode (Ayy)

1:32Legacy fiddlin'

1:34End another man and then I'm leavin' them piddlin'

1:36I'm a beast when I'm on it

1:37Hotter than your bonnet (Jeez)

1:39I really want it like buffalo needin' women (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

1:41Shreddin' it, disrespect, and then I'm deadin' it (Nah, nah)

1:44Repeatin' me winnin' the a figure like I'm Benedict (Damn)

1:47Got the money flowin' proper like an ATM (Skrrt)

1:49Gotta see me glowin' proper with that alien (Skrrt, skrrt)

1:52Taller than the makkah when I gotta stack it up

1:55Now she soundin' like Chewbacca when she back it up (Ah)

1:57Backed out with that look in her eye

1:59That'll make the Devil smile (Skrrt)

2:02Papi, tell me can you handle my type? (Ayy)

2:04Going on my level now

2:07'Cause mami's a killa, killa

2:09Shoot like a rilla, rilla

2:12So, papi, tell me can you handle my type?

2:15Yeah, yeah

2:16Hell no, you don't you know who you're fucking with (Mmh)

2:20Yeah, uh, uh

2:25No, no

Battin' 'round the trap when I'm in the streets
You don't wanna play, no, no
Got a target on your back standin' next to me
Ayy, hell no, you don't know who you're, ah
Backed out with that look in her eye
That'll make the Devil smile (Skrrt)
Papi, tell me can you handle my type? (Ayy)
Going on my level now (Ah)
'Cause mami's a killa, killa (Ah, ah)
Shoot like a rilla, rilla (Bop-bop)
So, papi, tell me can you handle my type?
Hell no, you don't you know who you're fuckin' with
Music punchin' or the internet, I kill all of that
Twenty million when I see the net, I made all of that
Even when I'm ill, I see a vet, I'm an animal
They know I'm eatin' up the threat like I'm Hannibal (Ayy, ayy)
I got no reason to panic when all the money paid
Tailor-made, wearin' Armani now that I'm feelin' suede
Money May, now I can choose the weather on any day
Anyway, king of the drama, killin' it every day
Ooh, know you hurtin' 'cause you always throwback
Ooh, rollin' through the pieces on a Kodak
Ooh, I'm the catch, saving like a goalie (Ooh)
Wishin', but I know you fuckin' hate me
Backed out with that look in her eye
That'll make the Devil smile (Skrrt)
Papi, tell me can you handle my type? (Ayy)
Going on my level now
'Cause mami's a killa, killa
Shoot like a rilla, rilla (Bop-bop)
So, papi, tell me can you handle my type?
Ayy, ayy, hell no, you don't you know who you're—
Nah, you don't know who you're fuckin' with (Nah)
I know many come and go when I go to this (I know many)
Turn up in killer mode (Ayy)
Legacy fiddlin'
End another man and then I'm leavin' them piddlin'
I'm a beast when I'm on it
Hotter than your bonnet (Jeez)
I really want it like buffalo needin' women (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Shreddin' it, disrespect, and then I'm deadin' it (Nah, nah)
Repeatin' me winnin' the a figure like I'm Benedict (Damn)
Got the money flowin' proper like an ATM (Skrrt)
Gotta see me glowin' proper with that alien (Skrrt, skrrt)
Taller than the makkah when I gotta stack it up
Now she soundin' like Chewbacca when she back it up (Ah)
Backed out with that look in her eye
That'll make the Devil smile (Skrrt)
Papi, tell me can you handle my type? (Ayy)
Going on my level now
'Cause mami's a killa, killa
Shoot like a rilla, rilla
So, papi, tell me can you handle my type?
Yeah, yeah
Hell no, you don't you know who you're fucking with (Mmh)
Yeah, uh, uh
No, no

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