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g.t. – kill bill lyrics

[intro]
brrt
ayy, we on that
they got me sleep
n+gga
mix the bean with, mix the bean with

[verse]
mix the bean with the lean, this sh+t got me sleepwakin’
is you coppin’ or you not? and quit with all that cheap talkin’
f+ck a check up in like thirty seconds, n+gga, i’m speed ballin’
you can tell you don’t get no cheese often or don’t meet bosses
rockin’ carti, ridin’ in the whip on offsets
got the head and dogged her from the back, now i’m off that
my next cd, i’ll probably get a million off rap
until then, i’m droppin’ bags off at the trap
louis that, gucci that, brand new prada bucket hat
i ain’t never seen that in the store, what the f+ck is that?
if i was you, i’d grab all my jewelry and go take it back
and smack your jeweler right in his sh+t for even makin’ that
ayy, n+gga, my chain got vs
we ridin’ low today, we got the ‘bows in the prius
n+ggas hatin’ on us, but deep down, they wanna be us
n+gga, to wash all this f+ckin’ money, you need the cleaners, n+gga
hate bein’ broke, that’s a motherf+ckin’ wack feeling
me, i gotta have them hundreds stacked up to the ceiling
it’s dark as h+ll outside, but you still see the ice hitting
that sh+t be dancing, sh+t be glowing like it got lights in it
if you know b and you know nick, it’s a price difference
bro ride around with two straps like some dyk+ b+tches
.308 got a scope and a beam, i don’t fight, n+gga
she told me she wanna rap, i pulled my mic out and she got to spittin’
school of hard knocks, i got perfect attendance (a’s)
soon as we get the drop, we gon’ spin ’til we get him (for real)
ridin’ in the drop with no top, where the roof?
no receipts on them blocks, where they at? where the proof?
rick owens shoes, and i mix it with celine
my b+tch got on double c’s, i’m a codeine fiend
my eyes look j+panese, smokin’ out a pound of cream team
eighteen+hour drive to hit the town, made a hundred g’s
hoppin’ off the train, man, i’ma take the bus back
i don’t like to go around my n+ggas ’cause they like, “f+ck rap”
grab a sprite, pop a seal, n+gga, where the cups at?
got on a plain white tee, the denim two racks

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