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KILLZAY
KILLZAY
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Isaiah Mott
Isaiah Mott
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
KILLZAY
KILLZAY
Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

Got six, bro. Got six. Chill. Chill, bro. Bro, chill, bro. Chill
Ayy, Ross. Sauce it up
Bitches actin' like they tryna kill ya. **** always gettin' involved in love shit. I don't want love, I'm tryna be on some thug shit
Give my money, I'ma get it out my mug shit. Y'all already know how I hit the one you fuck with
You turned your back on me, you just gon' leave me up, uh-huh? These **** thinkin' me, I'm supposed to be callin' you slime
And y'all on dumb shit, and all that big shit. And if you come around this 30, hit your face quick
I call you all the time, just so I can hear you speak. And I know you love the town, that's when I show you how much you mean
And when I'm up and then you up, you a part of the team. We out here poppin, just don't worry, go get your L.S.B
You steady trippin' bout some shit. I think it's bout time that I show you. I showed them how to get a break
Now I'm never really fallin' in this
Baby, I, I, I, really don't know why. Baby girl, why I try to sit here and bring you back to life
You steady claimin' that you love me, guess I never really seen it. So now you say you trust me, then you left me just like way before I get back
Baby, you don't know what I've been through
Now don't call when I'm keep bangin' at you, no
I'ma bring it back, buy the snacks, then, think I'm bout to turn up, make it cut, don't say that
Show them, throw them fours up, shorty throwin' all that shit up in the air, we know what's up
I'm turnin' up with my ****, yeah, you know what's up
I don't need you, neither do I want you. Lately I been on some shit, so fuck you
Cut you leggin' at your crib, we gon' hunt you. We needed bricks, so we had to do a run-through
You sayin' that you ridin, I know that you wasn't for me
You sayin' that you my brother, but you was nothin' to me
Me, Dan Reese, we just ran a fuckin' trend on this beat
We blow the whistle, then this bitch just started suckin' the tea
Ooh, ooh, ooh, bitch just started fuckin' the tea
Written by: Isaiah Mott
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