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killa kyleon – wamp wamp flow lyrics

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[talking:]
yeah that’s right, killa ay

[hook:]
you know i roll up, with the purp’ po’d up
bucket of ice on my chest, got me froze up
i got the fifth down, top fold up
yeah b-tch i’m riding around, with my nose up
i’m switching lanes mayn, what it do
i got my hand on the grain mayn, what it do
i’m pop trunk full of bang mayn, what it do
my cadillac on sw-ngs mayn, that’s what it do

[kyleon:]
bullets’ll push your t, when killa empty the clips
and that’s for real, no not for real no that’s the steel
i’m from trillville, for real where n-gg-z will kill
for a hot meal, they’ll show you how that glock feel
cop a chopper, put a boy in his place
f-ck fifty you cheap, without the scar on your face
they say actions speak louder than words, but i ain’t talking to ya
i just put one off into your eye, bring your coffin to ya
lights out, meet the reaper sing your lullaby
slow singing flower bringing, watch your mother cry
i’m a smooth criminal, i’m not mike jack but some’ing like that
but i don’t want your dope or your dollas, i want your life black
the mac’ll have you running back, we call it craw-fishing
not a bar missing on a mission, to meet the mort-tion
i make a movie out him, meet your audition
run the clip rogers, now the boy twitching

[hook]

[kyleon:]
the boy killa spit infection, through your ear lobe
he’s nothing like them, so they label him weirdo
y’all spit it so sloppy, but i speak it so clear though
h.d. f-ck with me, your wife’ll be a widow
stacks on deck, lay your head on my pillow
i hear you getting money, well dido
flow sick, so label it hot spitto
y’all softer than spongebob, the boy killa brillow negro
show stopper brick buster, and a blow rocker
pull up on fo’ choppers, get your bopper
i do the beat smoke chronic, but i’m no dr.
speak bad english, yeah but my flow proper
bullsh-t walk, money do a fo’ and a forty
f-cking with mine, and you can get your four out of forty
killa’s a winner, you just a zero and a forty
think you f-cking with me, you must be on dro and bacardi

[hook]



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