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the game - k.i.l.l.a.s. lyrics

[intro: cam’ron]
woo, woo
they talkin’ bout real n+ggas back in style
look, we never went nowhere
we just had to turn to a secret society
’cause too many sucka n+ggas got a blue check
and thought they was somebody
you know who i’m with
k!llas, k!llas, k!llas

[pre+chorus: the game]
brand new richard mille
timbs on when i step through the city
gucci north face when it get chilly
see them ‘raris? yeah, them k!llas is with me
k!llas, on top of the buildings, k!llas
i’m droppin’ the ceiling, k!llas
she left you on read to hop in this red maybach with the k!llas
nowhere to run, nowhere to hidе
’cause we got them fns, shе sneak ’em inside
we takin’ them shots, but you still alive
we eyein’ your section, yeah, we ’bout to slide
we roll up our sleeves, we light up your live
we don’t want to dead it, we ready to die
meet you in heaven, we up in the sky
[chorus: the game, cam’ron, ]
tell god we k!llas
k!llas, k!llas, k!llas
k!llas, k!llas, k!llas
tell god we
k!llas, k!llas, k!lla
k!llas, k!llas, k!llas, huh

[verse 1: cam’ron]
she textin’ me (right), he wan’ take her phone (d+mn)
she broke his heart (so), he wanna break a bone (so)
talkin’ bout you bad (bad), every time i make her moan (moan)
said she ran the crib, you kyrie, you can’t play at home (sheesh)
wanna know about me, just ask, n+gga
they’ll tell you that i’m that n+gga
two hoes, jack tripper
don’t confuse me with these rap n+ggas (no)
my .45’ll still slap n+ggas
worse than that, i’ll spray the mac, n+gga
don’t play with game and don’t play no games
wanna play games, they got apps, n+gga (apps, n+gga)
cargo off of this game, twenty+four acres in spain
but go to google, type in “harlem”, what pop up? my nickname, it’s

[chorus: cam’ron, the game]
k!lla, k!lla, k!lla, k!lla
k!lla, k!lla, k!lla, k!lla
[verse 2: the game]
i’m finna go catch me a body
she up in the lobby, i think her name dotty
she f+ck with them saudis, she be in them audis
pink toes, cam said she a thotty
i be in abu dhabi
lewis hamilton head+ass n+gga, racin’ ferraris
richard mille on chill
playboy, this watch is a carti’
i stepped on her valentinos with my air forces on
think i said sorry?
f+ck i look like, steve harvey?
money bags got her acting like she ari (she not)
saweetie, kehlani, mulatto, normani
and her, yeah, her
the one with the dots, both queens
nicki and naija, rubi and siza—
my bad, sza
lizzo, she a k!lla
chloe bailey, she a k!lla
can’t forget about her sister
she a k!lla
dream doll, k!lla
to be a k!lla, you gotta be bia
brown skin, i need a lupita
type of chick i could vibe with
hold the draco for me, slide with
rick owen boots make her 6’5″
but when she f+ckin’, she 5’6″
got a threesome for the wi+fi
gave it to her, got a high five
no reception in the high rise
shoulder shrug, bye+bye
least you leavin’ with a
[chorus: the game]
brand new richard mille
timbs on when i step through the city
gucci north face when it get chilly
see them ‘raris? yeah, them k!llas is with me
k!llas, on top of the buildings, k!llas
i’m droppin’ the ceiling, k!llas
she left you on read to hop in this red maybach with the k!llas
nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
’cause we got them fns, she sneak ’em inside
we takin’ them shots, but you still alive
we eyein’ your section, yeah, we ’bout to slide
we roll up our sleeves, we light up your live
we don’t want to dead it, we ready to die
meet you in heaven, we up in the sky

[chorus: the game]
tell god we k!llas
k!llas, k!llas, k!llas
k!llas, k!llas, k!llas
tell god we k!llas

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