
letra de killin' it - porkette
i’m f-ckin’ k!llin’ it
i’m f-ckin’ k!llin’ it
i’m f-ckin’ k!llin’ it
i’m f-ckin’ k!llin’ it
sl!ck b-tch chipped cuz a rich b-tch tripped
when that snitch b-tch snitched like a dumb b-tch
stripped like a tipped b-tch
slipped, got that back disk slipped
get that bong hit ripped
keep your red b-tt whipped
let them d-cks get dipped
make me squirt make me shake
get dem tables flipped
i be boardin’ that man yeah i gon be helmin’ that ship
yeah, b-tch, i’m the m-th-f-ckin’ captain now
i gon curl my toes an i gon’ bite my lip
he gon drop that cash he gon keep me tipped
make it rain on me, he gon keep mе tipped
i direct like patty jеnkins he gon stay on script
i’m f-ckin’ k!llin’ it
i’m f-ckin’ k!llin’ it
i’m manifestin’ that sh-t
i’m f-ckin’ willin it
b-tches orderin’ that redrum
and porkette distillin’ it
i manifestin’ that success with that vision board
written in the cum of the f-ck tons of men that owe me f-ck tons of money
im f-ckin’ k!llin’ it
i’m f-ckin’ k!llin’ it
i’m manifestin’ that sh-t
i’m f-ckin’ willin it
b-tches orderin’ that redrum
and porkette distillin’ it
i manifestin’ that success with that vision board
written in the cum of the f-ck tons of men that owe me f-ck tons of money
sl!ck got chipped cuz a rich b-tch tripped
when that snitch b-tch snitched like a dumb b-tch
stripped like a tipped b-tch
tripped, got that back disk slipped
get that bong hit ripped
bare boned and i’m stoned make my slave boys moan
they gon all get blown keepin’ it real homegrown
keepin’ it real, keepin’ it hot, porkette ain’t gon get friend-zoned
keep it mad gucci gucci ya’ll butch queens gettin’ dethroned
cuz ya’ll get mad moochie moochie when you know you’ve been owned
ya’ll b-tches mad hoochie hoochie and ya’ll dancin’ alone
ya’ll better air out that blowfish cuz it gonna get blown
i gon forgive a f-ckin’ b-tch gon make them sins get atoned
i gon f-ck that b-tches man and make them sins get atoned
prepped like freddy, i’m dat radio gaga
bbc narratin’ my saga
woke b-tches can’t cope cuz i’m so f-ckin’ dope
i got that f-ck-you-money and i be flirtin’ with maga
they can’t process my riz, yeah they can’t process my swagger
hip checkin’ sk-nk b-tches, got them moves like mick jagger
i’m f-ckin’ k!llin’ it
i’m f-ckin’ k!llin’ it
i’m manifestin that sh-t
i’m f-ckin’ willin it
b-tches orderin’ that redrum
and porkette’s distillin’ it
i manifestin that success with that vision board
written in the cum of the f-ck tons of men that owe me f-ck tons of money
get that money, b-tch
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