jesse-v - ooh kill em remix lyrics
[interlude: megan callahan]
she ready? naw she dont want it?
she don’t this work
[verse 1: jesse-v]
nowadays shana wanna talk like she got something to say
but nothing comes out when she move her lips
i spit jokes for my n-ggas that i be joking with
with they exclusive bids
stealin’ all gum when she wanted it
n-ggas biding on her then she oh d-ckhead sh-t
with a few philly b-tches that be twerkin’ sh-t
i’m like shana, i wish i had my b-tch trina for this
oh, i buss up, she crack up a oz of smiles
then she blew up they knew her before all this sport
she maneuvered with hooters
you f-ck around with shana, get smoked like a finger
her niece go silent, i do it for the hugs
you do it for the p-ssy with the like a backpack
i do it for the n-ggas on the 3rd block
tryna make a meal ticket ayoo you gonna eat that
hold up wait a minute let me back track
ross gave you 24, let you have that
b-tch you claiming you the queen of track team
what the f-ck wrong with you shana, step back
hundred bids, aim straight at your flat back
everybody want my hat so i sn-tch that
heard your b-tt go flop-flop-flop-flop
well my b-tt go bang-bang-bang-bang-bang
what the f-ck i gotta change for b-tches
to earn my respect just to get to these b-tches
go ether, emotional or drizzy on b-tches
or really go savannah and makayla on b-tches
what the f-ck wrong with her
like really she sick of you b-tches
you’ve been in the house like a year and some change
and you feeling yourself so i’m k!lling these b-tches like…
[bridge: megan callahan]
(h-h-h-hold up, wait)
let the bid come back and the streets come back
n-ggas on lock tryna make my bro come back
make me hit up his jack, make the beast come back like
(h-h-h-hold up, wait)
and a n-gga f-ck around get the destiny act
like like, and one, where my tbh at?
and my lil’ n-gga shana can’t f-ck with those flats
like ooh k!ll ’em, ooh k!ll ’em
ooh k!ll ’em, ooh k!ll ’em
[verse 2: jesse-v]
they know shana ross , i barely went in
but jesse-v look like he gave her two million
i need some new money i’m getting my n-gga
i swear i don’t know what to do with it
yeah it’s shana ross, i’m biding on her -ss
i really don’t give a f-ck who hating on ’em
pair with a n-gga like me one time, like me one time
and ya’ll forgot about me
acting like i don’t really want mine
what the f-ck wrong with em
know how we feeling, let me get back to it
shana like ooh k!ll ’em, ooh k!ll ’em
ooh k!ll ’em, ooh k!ll ’em, ooh k!ll ’em, ooh
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