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jim jones - i'm a killa lyrics

ft. charlie rock, trav & sen city

gripped up, i’m ready, black car, no limit, ham talk, let’s get it
all my n-gg-s authentic, ham talking, we live it
ham talking, we live it
gripped out, i’m ready, black car, no limit, ham talking, let’s get it
all my n-gg-s authentic, ham talking, we live it
ham talking, we live it

n-gg-, i’m a killa, homicide all on my face
gun all on my waist
down to catch a new case from my hitter
staying down away for my boss
scream ‘f-ck the law!’
give a round of applause
i’m a killa

that murder, murder, that 187
that murder, murder, that 187
when the trucks pull up and nowhere to hide
that murder, murder, that homicide

ain’t nothing changed, still jumping out the coupe
you can scratch that, you can bring it back, i’m jumping off the roof
she riding, shorty, you f-ck around, you jumping out to shoot
this money aiming, if you n-gg-s thought that i was out the loop
see me where i’m at, leave me where you at
got weapon fire from my handgun like the squeezing of the mac
she said i’m so immense, she gun tip in my belt
if you know me, b-tch, then you know me, b-tch
i keep the guns by myself
i got more wealth than you rap n-gg-s
don’t fire, don’t act, n-gg-s
my n-gg-s get act, n-gg-s, f-ck around start clap, n-gg-s
and them patty pretzels, they do amuse me
i might drop a bag just to watch a flick like i’m at the movies

n-gg-, work upon my wrist, my phone pals on my hip
let me talk my sh-t, the machine gun your b-tch
i said you ever spend the night when i’m hustling, when i’m hustling
’bout half a mil’ in my driveway and now i touch your b-tch, you have it good

n-gg-s try to get the drug, but i put down
let them wait, i’ve been down like a seesaw
fronting is going back and forth, no ping pong
screaming ‘f-ck the law!’ i’m king kong
been on my test with my vest on, get tough now
smoke a loud till the stress gone, n-gg-
mouth got you jumping off the roof
i guess a n-gg- not so n-gg-
rebel by the motto on a mixtape sh-t, venomous chest ole n-gg-
i probably got a wolf for dead, hit him in the lung, let him call for dad
when i leave the booth go straight to the trap
if i ain’t got that roofer, bet i got that mac
32 shots, n-gg-, shot to your cat
throw a gun, throw a kit, take that back

gripped out, i’m ready, black car, no limit, ham talking, let’s get it
all my n-gg-s authentic, ham talking, we live it
ham talking, we live it
gripped out, i’m ready, black car, no limit, ham talking, let’s get it
all my n-gg-s authentic, ham talking, we live it
ham talking, we live it

that murder, murder, that 187
that murder, murder, that 187
when the trucks pull up and nowhere to hide
that murder, murder, that homicide

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