letra de natural born killa - jankymakg
hook: natural born k!lla b-tch i feel like mickey knox
my b-tch a k!lla too
we ride with 50 shots
he acting like a k!lla
but we both know dat he not
ride with that b-tch on me even know that it be hot
they won’t catch me slipping i got cameras on dem drops
riding round with 30s aint no jammin on dem glocks
i know a bad b-tch and i’m the n-gga she give gwaup
mlk and carey you aint from there you a opp
verse1
in dolci and gabanna
i be spitting like a llama
i was living with my mama
hitting corners in that honda
trapping in these nikes tryna ball out like the mamba
a couple dabs of this wax gone have me sweating like suana
put it on that boy just for talking
that n-gga try to run lil brodie walked em
head shot a hole in one lil brodie golfing
watch how you talk around these n-ggas n-ggas talking
i don’t trust a soul on emak
this sh-t h-lla wild
i just came in here to mak a b-tch
but i’ll tear it down
n-ggas better not group up in crowds
we gone air it out
come across yo head at the bar
don’t get carried out
real ones gone be real ones
even when it ain’t no one around
n-ggas d-ck rides and dirt mak
so i don’t come around
if you gone wake up with attitudes
then i went f-ck around
if i’m not focused i can slip
and they can gun me down
hook: natural born k!lla b-tch i feel like mickey knox
my b-tch a k!lla too
we ride with 50 shots
he acting like a k!lla
but we both know dat he not
ride with that b-tch on me even know that it be hot
they won’t catch me slipping i got cameras on dem drops
riding round with 30s aint no jammin on dem glocks
i know a bad b-tch and i’m the n-gga she give gwaup
mlk and carey you aint from there you a opp
verse2
she just want a jtm chain
we the realist in it aye
hair h-lla nappy
but she feel a n-gga gang
young ratchet n-gga
with his swagga out the cage
wakka wakka
choppa make em scramble like a egg
blah blah
all you do is babble everyday
depending on that b-tch
she ain’t gone have you everyday
tryna whoop the b-tch
kus you ain’t adding to play
when these n-ggas owe you money
you ain’t press for not a thang
you a hoe to me
i got my granny and my mama
they both close to me
i got this choppa wakka wakka
take a soul for me
they screaming gang gang but
they won’t go for me
baby gang be standing close to me
hook: natural born k!lla b-tch i feel like mickey knox
my b-tch a k!lla too
we ride with 50 shots
he acting like a k!lla
but we both know dat he not
ride with that b-tch on me even know that it be hot
they won’t catch me slipping i got cameras on dem drops
riding round with 30s aint no jammin on dem glocks
i know a bad b-tch and i’m the n-gga she give gwaup
mlk and carey you aint from there you a opp
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