ฟังเพลงK.I.L.L.A.S. (Explicit)

K.I.L.L.A.S. (Explicit) - The Game/Cam'Ron

Lyrics by：Jayceon Terrell Taylor/Cameron Ezike Giles

Composed by：Jayceon Terrell Taylor/Cameron Ezike Giles

Woo woo

They talkin' bout real n***as back in style

Look we never went nowhere

We just had to turn to a secret society

'Cause too many sucka n***as got a blue check

And thought they was somebody

You know who I'm with

Killas killas killas

Brand new Richard Mille

Timbs on when I step through the city

Gucci North Face when it get chilly

See them 'Raris

Yeah them killas is with me

Killas on top of the buildings killas

I'm droppin' the ceiling killas

She left you on read to hop in this red Maybach with the killas

Nowhere to run nowhere to hide

'Cause we got them FNs she sneak 'em inside

We takin' them shots but you still alive

We eyein' your section yeah we 'bout to slide

We roll up our sleeves we light up your Live

We don't want to dead it we ready to die

Meet you in Heaven we up in the sky

Tell God we killas

Killas killas killas

Killas killas killas

Tell God we killas

Killas killas killa

Killas killas killas huh

She textin' me

Right

He wan' take her phone

D**n

She broke his heart

So

He wanna break a bone

So

Talkin' bout you bad

Bad

Every time I make her moan

Moan

Said she ran the crib you Kyrie you can't play at home

Sheesh

Wanna know about me just ask n***a

They'll tell you that I'm that n***a

Two h*es Jack Tripper

Don't confuse me with these rap n***as

No

My 45'll still slap n***as

Worse than that I'll spray the MAC n***a

Don't play with Game and don't play no games

Wanna play games they got apps n***a

Apps n***a

Cargo off of this game twenty-four acres in Spain

But go to Google type in Harlem what pop up

My nickname it's

Killa killa killa killa

Killa killa killa killa

I'm finna go catch me a body

She up in the lobby I think her name Dotty

She ****with them Saudis she be in them Audis

Pink toes Cam said she a thotty

I be in Abu Dhabi

Lewis Hamilton head-a*s n***a racin' Ferraris

Richard Mille on chill

Playboy this watch is a Carti'

I stepped on her Valentinos with my Air Forces on

Think I said sorry

****I look like Steve Harvey

Money bags got her acting like she Ari

She not

Saweetie Kehlani Mulatto Normani

And her yeah her

The one with the dots both queens

Nicki and Naija Rubi and Siza

My bad SZA

Lizzo she a killa

Chloe Bailey she a killa

Can't forget about her sister

She a killa

Dream Doll killa

To be a killa you gotta be BIA

Brown skin I need a Lupita

Type of chick I could vibe with

Hold the Draco for me slide with

Rick Owen boots make her 6'5

But when she ****in' she 5'6

Got a threesome for the Wi-fi

Gave it to her got a high five

No reception in the high rise

Shoulder shrug bye-bye

Least you leavin' with a

Brand new Richard Mille

Timbs on when I step through the city

Gucci North Face when it get chilly

See them 'Raris

Yeah them killas is with me

Killas on top of the buildings killas

I'm droppin' the ceiling killas

She left you on read to hop in this red Maybach with the killas

Nowhere to run nowhere to hide

'Cause we got them FNs she sneak 'em inside

We takin' them shots but you still alive

We eyein' your section yeah we 'bout to slide

We roll up our sleeves we light up your Live

We don't want to dead it we ready to die

Meet you in Heaven we up in the sky

Tell God we killas

Killas killas killas

Killas killas killas

Tell God we killas