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

Song: Killa Killa (feat. Aiyana-Lee)

Artist: Ksi, AIYANA-LEE

Lyrics: Tiina Vainikainen & KSI

Composed: Yoshi Ady & Diego Ave

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