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dee watkins - killin' me lyrics

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know what i’m saying
you know i get in that mode
know what i’m saying

yeah

i ain’t wit it today don’t say sh-t to me
i got n-ggas locked up and its k!lling me
i was broke and them b-tches wasn’t feeling me
you a ho you got b-tch n-gga tendencies
this a message to all of my enemies
when its up b-tch its stuck ain’t no sympathy
keep a glizzy they trying to get rid of me
name another young n-gga thats real as me

what we got put you out of your miseries
it don’t take much to just feel the beat
all these n-gga keep talking bout k!llin me
thats a quick way to end up deceased

we will light this b-tch up like a christmas tree
i been rolling i’m drinking this hennessy
say my name ringing bells way in tennessee
but i’m still in the hood where my n-ggas be

better tell a n-gga watch it
i ain’t trying to talk to you if ain’t bout a profit
cash getting long it ain’t fitting in my wallet
n-gga c-ck blocking bout a b-tch better stop it
know this sh-t bout to change going up like a rocket
my name running game now i’m the trending topic
n-ggas trying to cop it
why you out here jocking
you better stop it
before we come and c-ck it

uh yeah
we get it popping don’t lose your life for acting to c-cky
i’m with the gang and this b-tch like the n-z-
talk like you hard boy you softer than cotton
i kicked the door down cause they tried to lock it
when i come around my sh-t ima pop it
learn how to get money and turn to hobby
i keep a weapon i see how they watching me

you know i always thought this sh-t was justgon’ be a dream forever
until we turn it to a reality you know
a lifestyle we major now
we global

back to the facts
go get you some racks
i told her don’t get attached
i just want to beat your lil’ back in
stop all that cappin’ uh
i ain’t with that acting uh
you n-ggas be rapping
i gotta keep me a mac 10

the only thing i trust is a scale yeah
rip blood wish you well yeah
this sh-t stuck my heart like a nail yeah
this is real life ain’t no tale yeah
remember 3rd grade i had failed yeah
now look at my life living well yeah
why these n-ggas all up on my trail yeah
it ain’t nothing else i gotta sell yeah

i had to thank the lord hallelujah
pain turned a n-gga to a shooter
every n-gga round me will do you
i was 15 f-cking on a cougar
mama say son i can’t lose you
i apologize for everything i put you
its kind of hard to look at you
but i swear a n-gga will get cooked bout you

why do you feel like you hard
we already know you a narc
said a n-gga up to catch a charge
trying to stop the boy from living large
live my life it will rip you apart
i ain’t know this would be from the start
look at me at the top of the charts
this ain’t regular rap this an art

- dee watkins lyrics

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