letra de cummin off kills - robb bank$
[intro]
yeah, lemme get in tune wit’ it yeah
it’s on there, it’s on that b-tch
most def
yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
[chorus]
i get way too high to go and trust one of these b-tches (yeah)
i start popping pills and think i got like six senses (yeah)
riding for my n-ggas no discussion, play position
f-cked around and fell off before i fell in love wit’ one of these b-tches
[verse 1]
in a california ‘rari riding ’round here like set trippin’
feeling like i’m sent by god the way he keep blessing all of my n-ggas
my atl b-tch likе her legs front and the glock got an еxtension
love to talk but ain’t gon’ say nothing if she get pulled over with them switches (yeah, yeah, yeah)
she like gucci, chanel, yves saint laurent, spoiled as h-ll
b-tch want a trip to cabo on the third day of the motherf-cking year
know i’m gon’ pop my sh-t and talk my sh-t but you know how it is
i’m probably gon’ make it happen just to make it happen ’cause i’m that n-gga for real
[refrain]
you know i’m comin’ off k!lls
you know i’m comin’ off k!lls (yeah, yeah)
you know i’m comin’ off k!lls
you know i’m comin’ off k!lls (yeah, yeah)
finger f-ck the trigger ’til it start spitting you know when that is (yeah, yeah)
shave the b-tch head, go jada pinkett, i slapped her like will (yeah, yeah)
[chorus]
i get way too high to go and trust one of these b-tches (yeah)
i start popping pills and think i got like six senses (yeah)
riding for my n-ggas no discussion, play position
f-cked around and fell off before i fell in love wit’ one of these b-tches, hold on, yeah
[verse 2]
i get disrespectful, b-tch, let’s break the law (yeah, yeah)
need a pardon i’ma play my trump card (yeah, yeah)
i was popping before i f-cked her out them drawers (yeah, yeah)
nutted in her mouth and you took her to the mall (yeah, yeah)
i just came back from my trip from bahama (yeah, yeah)
and n-ggas getting money over there, but not nothing like us (yeah, yeah)
i’m tryna stack up the cheese like the genovese, know what i’m on (yeah, yeah)
try to f-ck your ho ’til she pleased and seized and after i nut you know what it is
[refrain]
you know i’m comin’ off k!lls
you know i’m comin’ off k!lls (yeah, yeah)
you know i’m comin’ off k!lls
you know i’m comin’ off k!lls (yeah, yeah)
finger f-ck the trigger ’til it start spitting you know when that is (yeah, yeah)
shave the b-tch head, go jada pinkett, i slapped her like will (yeah, yeah)
[chorus]
i get way too high to go and trust one of these b-tches (yeah)
i start popping pills and think i got like six senses (yeah)
riding for my n-ggas no discussion, play position
f-cked around and fell off before i fell in love wit’ one of these b-tches, hold on, yeah
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