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letra de hit-man - k-i-ll-a sa

lyrics
[intro-k-i-ll-a sa]

(k!lla on the beat
ye
hitman,)

(verse 1-k-i-ll-a sa)
special order to k!ll em
search, k!ll like a hitman
k!llstreak i’m on a spree man
just took a short vaca
now i’m ready x2
now i’m ready to wrestle
for them bezels
like daredevil
remain connect like i’m server
it’s the k!lla he gon bless ya

i’m freed
you watch and see
you won’t believe
a kid this fleek

big head, big dreams
big mouth i talk
so what get lost

monday it’s raw

you watch the clock

pick lock it gone

lock on like glock

trigger triggers

i shine ain’t glitter

after sisters
after chickens
off the hinges

kitchen missions
whip hard friction
it’s addiction

[verse 2-k-i-ll-a sa]
(sweet hate bitter
haters bitter
they say f-ck feels
i talk digits
i don’t linger
straight up winner
roll up
bmer tinted)x2

it’s the hitman
dig with fingers
dig on b-tches
off the hinges
gifted christmas
keep your fitness
i am fearless
mr quickness
ain’t a secret
i ain’t loud
they smoke loud
(this ain’t marriage but i vow
to keep pushing for my clout
married hustle just got started)
ye

(verse 3-k-i-ll-a sa)
liers f-em

they the threat
on my radar ouhh

twerk it move it
shake that -ss to the tempo
twerk that -ss in a circle
full me once that’s no no
fool me twice n that’s no show
flex flex like an elbow/elbows
bruh i’m finna get airborne

murdered nasty
i’m the k!lla
come and fight me
your b-tches like me
don’t ignore me
i am silent
and i’m deadly

you watch and see
you won’t believe
a kid this fleek

big head,big dreams
big mouth i talk

so what get lost

monday it’s raw

you watch the clock

pick lock gone
lock on glock
trigger triggers
i shine ain’t glitter

look after your b-tches
it’s december, it’s the trick or treat season

[verse 4-k-i-ll-a sa]
give me reasons not to take her
ama pick her with my chauffeur
in the back seat having liquor
p-ss the mixer, took a picture
then i kissed her, she then gibber
i say shhh, your man ain’t here
just come closer i’m your rover
i ain’t range that’s a shame
got some models in my phone
took a shot i done scored
like my hormones i bring hype
haters try
i just wipe
like a nasty ugly stain
let my reign, bring the rain
don’t got ice
i’m lil wayne without the chains

[outro-k-i-ll-a sa]

ye
k!lla on the beat

- k i ll a sa

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