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illrose - kill ill lyrics

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chorus

counting money all day
i got a b+tch like beyonce
smoking on chronic like dr dre
shawty wanna sip on the bombay
i need a rolie one day
b+tch i’m a giant like andre
all of these n+ggas so fake
racks in my pocket got blueface
i’m in her mouth just like toothpaste
illrose i just made a new wave
my b+tch got ass just like blue flame
she said her n+ggas so lame
and he got a fake chain
bit90 bit90 yeah that my gang
no i can’t change

verse

why you talking about guns
you ain’t never seen no sticks
hoodrich yeah i made my hood rich
you ain’t smoking on no gas boy
you smoking on the sticks
i just might pop that lil n+gga in his sh+t
i’m rich forever i feel like i’m rich
he don’t want no smoke i might send in a blitz

when i’m f+cking that b+tch yeah you know i don’t kiss
‘coz my n+gga just passed that lil b+tch like assist
yeah i feel like i’m kd you know i can’t miss
yeah these n+ggas my sons yeah these n+ggas my kids
i’m in the trap yeah i gotta take risks
i said lil shawty you know what it is
smoking on gas man i feel like i’m wiz
i just might beat him up like the miz

chorus

counting money all day
i got a b+tch like beyonce
smoking on chronic like dr dre
shawty wanna sip on the bombay
i need a rolie one day
b+tch i’m a giant like andre
all of these n+ggas so fake
racks in my pocket got blueface

counting money all day
i got a b+tch like beyonce
smoking on chronic like dr dre
shawty wanna sip on the bombay
i need a rolie one day
b+tch i’m a giant like andre
all of these n+ggas so fake
racks in my pocket got blueface

verse 2

vlone he ain’t got no racks yeah he just got a loan
i got a stick like mr bones
all of these n+ggas just look like my clones
look at my bank account yeah i got 0’s
look at my id my name is illrose
none of my b+tches gone play with their nose
when i sip lean yeah i pour up a 4
i get a bag yeah i spend on my clothes
he ain’t got no racks yeah that n+gga he owes
he in the bleachers i’m in the front row
i’m on the beat yeah you know i compose
i gotta get to the bankroll
that n+gga so fake yeah he might get exposed



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