lil debbie – killin’em lyrics
[verse 1]
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout gettin’ rich
b-tch, what the f-ck is you talkin’ ’bout?
money schemes, we stockin’ out
and them hater hoes, we chalk ’em out
yeah, debbie gon’ k!ll ’em
(debbie, don’t k!ll ’em)
now, debbie gon’ k!ll ’em
(alright, go get ’em)
right now i’m feelin’ high as a kite
b-tch, f-ck your feelings, i’m chillin’
heard you were lookin’ for debbie
find me wherever the bread be
p-ssy as good as the head be
but you silly b-tches are not ready
i’m on one, i’m turned up, we just havin’ fun, hoe
what you make in one year, i just made in one show
i’m on, b-tch, yeah, i’m on
what the f-ck y’all on? motherf-cker, i’m gone
d-mn right, i’m gone
four shots of patron, now boss b-tch straight
12:30, kicks clean, but my nails dirty
been grindin’, hoe, outshinin’ hoe
you b-tch made like v-g-n-, hoe
and that’s real sh-t, i’m a real b-tch
i lock and load and i k!ll sh-t
don’t feel sh-t, i’m cold-blooded
these b-tches hatin’ but my hoes love it
so, f-ck y’all, all o’ y’all
if y’all don’t like me, blow me
y’all gon’ keep f-ckin’ around with me
and turn me back to the old me
[hook]
it’s like i keep running into the same b-tches
tryna creep up while i’m lane switchin’
play hard but the game different
and i can’t even play with ya
k!llin’ em, k!llin’ em, k!llin’ em
b-tch, i’m k!llin’ em, k!llin’ em, k!llin’ em
and i go hardcore as a motherf-cker (b-tch)
and i go hardcore as a motherf-cker (b-tch)
and i go hardcore as a motherf-cker (b-tch)
and i go hardcore as a motherf-cker (b-tch, b-tch)
[verse 2]
poppin’ bottles in the club all night
mixin’ purple with that sprite, all right
poppin’ mollies with that kush blend off light
still sh-ttin’ on you b-tches on the off night
debbie, hoe, debbie, hoe
far sh-t, the old stereo
ain’t sh-t you can’t tell me, hoe
oooh, k!ll ’em little [?]
i’m the baddest b-tch everywhere we go
we p-ss the blunt like merry-go
with that k!ll sh-t, barrio
you b-tches talk but act scared tho
i’m on, yeah, hoe, i’m on
swear to god, i’m gone, what the f-ck y’all on?
most shot of patron, i been smokin’ that bomb
b-tch, i’m faded, you nothin’ and i made it
i’m poppin’ and you hate it
yeah, you watchin’ and you hate it
you can’t say sh-t, now i’m higher than a sp-ceship
i don’t know if i’m comin’ down
treat the bay like track meat
just ask my city who runnin’ now
they love the style, they feel the flow
these b-tch know, so they steal the flow
but i steal the show, all eyes on me
’cause i’m still the hoe, yeah, i’m still that hoe, b-tch
[hook]
it’s like i keep running into the same b-tches
tryna creep up while i’m lane switchin’
play hard but the game different
and i can’t even play with ya
k!llin’ em, k!llin’ em, k!llin’ em
b-tch, i’m k!llin’ em, k!llin’ em, k!llin’ em
and i go hardcore as a motherf-cker (b-tch)
and i go hardcore as a motherf-cker (b-tch)
and i go hardcore as a motherf-cker (b-tch)
and i go hardcore as a motherf-cker (b-tch, b-tch)
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