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bobby raps & frankie bash - kill lyrics

(frankie bash)
ay you! no her
i wanna see you twerk
the perk of poppin’ perks, all these nymphos droppin’ skirt
alert, alert, gas station clerks
the purple on my shirt is the same color as the work
servin’ a person that dextroamphetamine
chillin’ with b-tches who’re poppin’ that ecstasy
chopped and i’m throwed cause i’m gone off promethazine
record is clean of the felonies
friend to me’s specialties sellin’ weed
melodies comin’ with ease when we up in the studio
smokin’ a dubie roll full of that fruity dro
hit up the corner store stealin’ like rubio
chillin’ with b-tches who loose as a screw
matter fact i am while sippin’ that juice
don’t act like i ain’t as sober as you
look at your hennessy, chronic, and goose
hit from caboose
she was bad, but i’m trynna get game like bruce wayne
basic girls be too tame
that’s a (understatement) no 2 chainz
connects like wifi, stay high like sci-fi
say a cat got 9 lives
so, should i hit the p-ssy like 9 times?
livin’ high life no high life
stayin’ on the grind, got my mind on that blindside
got too d-mn affected, ayyy no more mr. nice guy

[hook]
i got that k!ll
know that i got that k!ll you know i got that k!ll
i got that k!ll
x3

thats why i’m with the shorty in the heels w/ the s-x appeal

first i get some head, then i roll a blunt
first i get some head, then i’m tryna f-ck
x2

she got that k!ll, know that she got that k!ll i know she got that k!ll
x2

(bobby raps)

getting twerked up, you could say i’m on my grind
work all day, get my nut in my spare time
wit’ a bad lil’ broad, who be more than sorta fine
giving dome, while i’m on the phone, do it for the vine
if her dad found out he’d be more than mortified
f-k wit me cuz i’m one of a kind
said she got game, watch me come from behind
blunt of the pine, b-tch, i love getting high
mary jane, she like the love of my life
i got 4 h-rny b-tches, they drunk off the wine
casually bringing up threesomes tonight
don’t know if they going, but sh-t, man they might!
too faded to function, i’m still at the function
impromptu dance battles, get to start crumpin’
convinced a drunk chick to give me a blumpkin
on some reckless as f-ck sh-t, please, don’t play my mom this
but i’m just being honest, what else could you possibly want?
can somebody teach me how to be soft? how to
say fake sh-t, so i can make it
for all the “real” dudes living in a bas-m-nt?
sonning these children, you sleep with a blanket
food in my beard after eating a banquet
seafood & crab, reefer and dabs
leave in a cab wit’ a freak with some -ss
spitting some trill sh-t, i lived through some real sh-t
chronic so murderous, hitting the k!ll-switch
it isn’t a game, this isn’t a scrimmage
feel like i’m walking on stilts and i
just seen your b-tch, she look like rumplestiltskin
please tell the lord that i ask for forgiveness
smoke my lungs out ’til i don’t have a voice
too many hoes, i don’t have a choice
such a small scene, man, it’s hard to make noise
or maybe you’re just lacking the poise…
i’m starting to get annoyed, the troops are deployed
got some hittaz employed
won’t stop til ya force is destroyed, won’t stop at a mil’
don’t need no deal
do this for the thrill? man i do this sh-t for real
watch me while i go in for the k!ll… why?
cuz i got that k!ll!!

[hook]

[breakdown]

(dro)

yeaaaah!!

we got that k!ll, whoadie!!!

mawf-cka…

egotic records in this b-tch, hoe!!!

we k!ll’n it!!

every monday!
every day!
every hour!!

(got that dope sh-t for sale, if you want you can cop
got that dope sh-t for sale, don’t talk to the cops
got that dope sh-t for sale, get it right off the block
got that dope sh-t for sale, dope, dope sh-t for sale)

every mothaf-ckin’ month of the year, b-tch!!!

we k!ll’n it!!!

we see you out there!!
hatin’ on the low…

b-tch shut the f-ck up when you talkin’ to me!!

ego!!!

we got that k!ll, whoadie!!

[fade]

- bobby raps frankie bash lyrics

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