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mbshola – kill la kill lyrics

[chorus]
yeah, yeah, baby pop that sh-t
i don’t know your name but i want that sh-t
she f-cking for the fame yeah i know that sh-t
though she was my baby but she f-cked my friend
this just how it is, this the life i live
this the life i live, k!ll me for my will
call me k!ll la k!ll how i got the steel
they say i’m doing too much, told my -ss to chill

[verse]
yeah, ooh, but i want that sh-t
feinds hitting me like i need that sh-t
bro pipe down before you get hit
i’m not with the sneaky clever, yeah you know that sh-t
but he wanna’ play games beefin’ bout’ a b-tch
yeah that sh-t lame, play about my money that’s another thing
if you lie to me then you dying
i can’t tell no lies, yeah i ain’t lying
i ain’t lying p-ssy n-gga yeah you flying
when i hit you, yeah your momma’ gon’ be cyring (good bye)
i don’t know why these n-ggas wanna’ cap bout’ this rap sh-t, n-gga run some laps
imma’ get the bag, imma’ double back (double back)
hit the trap, baby what you know bout’ that
you don’t know sh-t b-tch, get up out my lap
i need money, i need money, i need racks (racks, racks, racks)
when i’m rapping b-tch all i speak is facts (facts, facts, facts)
i can’t cap bout this sh-t that we on (that we on)
yeah this b-tch wanna come and hit my phone (brrr)
i can’t play yeah i got it on my own, give me dome

- mbshola lyrics

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