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letra de y'all ain't no killaz - kingpin skinny pimp

[hook]
y’all n-ggas ain’t no k!llas
y’all n-ggas some hoes

[verse 1: kingpin skinny pimp]
subtracting you haters one by one, deep is how we f-ckin’ come
rat-tat-tat-tat, b-izz-ag full of teflons
peepin’ through my mask, i’m leavin’ my eyebrows down
it ain’t no love in my facial expressions, murder frowns when it touch
the n-gga that’s feelin’ that pain, we takin’ that gravy
big k!ll creepin’ with the mac-90s, shoot fourty double clip eighty
you better be cautious or play yo cards right
cause when i be cappin’ i be bustin’ with that hk four to the seven
too many hoes like to floss, too many n-ggas like to cross
tryna come up with no dues, but you swear you takin’ the loss
i don’t f-ck with ya kind, i’m claimin’ the o to the g
and if you n-ggas looking for me i’m strapped for poppin’ up on yo d-mn street
now don’t start duckin’ when my heat release this bullet destruction
lyin’ and cryin’ won’t help you b-tch, skinny still pimpin’, me still bustin’
look at you now, you piece of sh-t dead where you can’t swim
“f-ck you!” is my last words where k!llaz claimin’ they end

[hook]
y’all n-ggas ain’t no k!llas
y’all n-ggas some hoes

[verse 2: gangsta blac]
what you gotta sizzay? come and plizzay with the gangsta n-gga
bet yo bottom dollar, make you holler for this memphis n-gga
left to right, locked down tight, hype from some hustable
tooty-fruity-rooty got my body so d-mn comfortable
ballin’ through the club, watch me jook, hit the f-ckin’ doe
all i feel is anna plus them thugs game to whoop a hoe
strapped like jeffrey, jesse james, take it to the western days
n-ggas better act they f-ckin’ age fore they get erased
claim to be a k!ller trick, say you first to shoot some sh-t
skinny go k!ll that anna for tony montana, mane let’s go k!ll a b-tch
jump into the lexus, see what’s next, us flex this f-ckin’ trick
slam on down suburban to the curb and all us in this sh-t
slammin’ oz with little g, pimpin’ -ss roc and tay
mess you up like urkel and kick circle, gangsta shoot for straight
never claim the k!lla role, but i pack that .380
nervous for my life, i k!ll you twice, you ain’t no k!lla hoe, n-gga!

[hook]
y’all n-ggas ain’t no k!llas
y’all n-ggas some hoes

[verse 3: lord infamous]
elimination that makes me clips, meet the ultimate, the twitchy gaze
split kick breakin’ ’em down, microscopic of triple six
horror side time, terrify
bunches are rotten up under ground to keep the soil fertilized
go to sleep, close your eyes, “die!” my battle cry
infamous is not too kind so therefore i won’t let you slide during the bl–dy rite
oh my, me sharpened up my knives
chop you into bits, drop you into them pits
to be devoured by beast in the last of the mystic b-tch
and you will feel pain that no one can imagine
chained to be tamed by the flames of the dragon
i am lord infamous, death is my method
thee evil seed, universally wretched
those of mortal flesh have been possessed
with all my corpse with my name carved deep in the chest
nevertheless eternally rest, bl–dy mess
the devil n-gga know it make you quiver
you failed to squeeze the trigger
i think you ain’t no k!lla n-gga

[hook]
y’all n-ggas ain’t no k!llas
y’all n-ggas some hoes

[verse 4: kingpin skinny pimp]
this is for you backstabbin b-tches that be callin’ me straight
you got a bank and a n-gga like me ain’t ate sh-t all day
but you’s a jealous-hearted n-gga that wanna see a playa fall
now have you ever robbed, shot and k!lled somebody?
n-gga, h-ll no!
you need to think, have you ever said some about a:
murderer, pimp, playa, that’s causin’ so much drama
when i blast, callin’ yoself a k!lla, fake cap peeler, hide that b-tch
(?), turk and skinny pimp smokin’ and strokin’ that (?) trick
murderer bombin’ these b-tches down terrorist-style when we creep on clowns
layin’ they -ss down, found drowned by a lake in funky town
never leave yo n-ggas back a ditch that memphis b-tch we thick
gimisum family, cause of the tragedy, dozens of playas that (?) sh-t
it ain’t no squashin’ in my heart, motherf-cker show some courage
or get yo -ss shot up like busta with a violent gust of wind from my nina roster ruger
counterfeitin’ high power cowards, y’all ain’t no k!lla

- kingpin skinny pimp

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