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letra de killing the rats - kodak black

[intro: kodak black]
she come out like this, so she say

[chorus: kodak black & shamonni galore]
my name shamonni galore, i be drippin’ dior, i be all in the sack (yeah)
he droppin’ the racks (oh), i’m tossin’ it back (ayy, ayy, ayy)
she callin’ me yak, yeah, baby, do it like that, i like when it sn-tch (yeah)
i’m smokin’ the roach and k!llin’ the rats (ayy, ayy, ayy)
smokin’ the roach and i’m k!llin’ the rats
when i’m back in the jects i be flippin’ the pack (yeah)
smokin’ the roach (yeah), and k!llin’ the rats (ayy, ayy)
everything i got, i took, and if i owed ya, b-tch, i paid ya back (ayy)
her face in my lap, i’m grippin’ the strap (ayy)

[verse 1: kodak black]
i ain’t doin’ meet and greet, when i see lil’ buddy, i’m smashin’ him
rubies on my t–th, i done did the gold, i done did the platinum
my lil’ n-gga say he z, ain’t no surprise, boy, you your daddy’s son
soon as he play, i’m gettin’ him whacked
lil’ one came through, big ol’ fire, look like flamethrower
pillsbury kid, he hit the pot, with a dang fork
we hit the white, n-ggas be pullin’ trick, jump out, skateboard
bustin’ l!cks, f-ckin’ and grab the stick, go get way more
panoramic tint, you ain’t got no hint who the driver is
every time it’s a hit, they already guessin’, yeah, the snipers did it
nah lil n-gga, we ain’t finna do much dissin’, let’s get right with it (ayy)
let’s get right with it
[chorus: kodak black & shamonni galore]
my name shamonni galore, i be drippin’ dior, i be all in the sack (yeah)
he droppin’ the racks (oh), i’m tossin’ it back (ayy, ayy, ayy)
she callin’ me yak, yeah, baby, do it like that, i like when it sn-tch (yeah)
i’m smokin’ the roach and k!llin’ the rats (ayy, ayy, ayy)
smokin’ the roach and i’m k!llin’ the rats
when i’m back in the jects i be flippin’ the pack (yeah)
smokin’ the roach (yeah), and k!llin’ the rats (ayy, ayy)
everything i got, i took, and if i owed ya, b-tch, i paid ya back (ayy)
her face in my lap, i’m grippin’ the strap (ayy)

[verse 2: kodak black]
every n-gga solid in my clique, they ain’t flimsy
givin’ back to the projects, f-ckin’ b-tch, you want givenchy
i know you saw me sw-ngin’ with that stick like a chimpanzee
add another body on the bl!ck before you throw it away
i know where you stay, finna blow up today, sippin’ rose and jewels
i’m drippin’ amiri, i’m kissin’ on tiri, i’m f-ckin’ to erika too (yeah)
speakin’ on murderin’, facetime audio, f-ck n-gga, gotta go get ’em whacked
we’re showin’ no sympathy, friend or an enemy
run in my city, we’re k!llin’ them rats

- kodak black

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