Killa by D. Brown Lyrics Killa by D. Brown Lyrics Killa by D. Brown Lyrics
Killa. Killa, killa, killa, killa, Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa, killa, Is going down, down, down, down Is going down, down, down, down Welcome
my d-ck Ooops, I said on my d-ck I aint really mean to say on my d-ck But since we talking about my d-ck All of you haters say hi to it I'm Done
tour'd be the outcome Labels want my name beside the X like Malcolm Everybody got a deal, I did it without one Yeah nigga Im about my business Killing
night, I think it was a Saturday Right after that party that he lead out down the way Gunshots spread - everyday, all day (fuck!) D.T.'s rushed the party
Didn't think 4 years down the line, I'd still be breathin And I ain't leavin, so ... Suck yourself! (Suck yourslef!) You don't kill! (You don't kill
Oooh! Aoww! Well alright ch'all Snoopy, tell 'em where they at (In the Land of Oz..) [Snoop Dogg] In the land of the get killed quick Some niggaz turn
on, got me hot, smoking like a chimney we used to be best friends, now it seems we finna be enemy's deep inside it's killing me but soon its gon be killing
I'm just feeling sorry for whoever gotta sweep up Yeah, bills everywhere, trill everything And Drake just stand for do right and kill everything I love Nicki Minaj, I told her I'd
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh [Lil Wayne] Talk stupid get ya head popped I got that Esther, bitch I'm red fox Big bee's, Red Sox I get money to kill
m talking all brown linen, huh Talk stupid get your head popped I got that Esther, bitch, I'm Red Fox Big B's, Red Sox I get money to kill time, dead
Ladies and gentlemen Fellow Americans Lady Americans This is James Brown I wanna talk to you about one of our Most deadly, killers in the country today
hate me You love me too And you even know it My brother in the back Yellin please dont do it! (dont do it!) Chris Brown killed it So Im about to blow it Im a serial killer
Whether you like it or not, he's back D-A-double D-Y Fat Sacks Ridin' in the Cadillac Beatin' like some beat it up The game dun' changed Out- Kast came
and the T.V. crews Well, they'd kill you if they could Angel of Mercy, people are suffering All over the world A Spanish boy could be killed Every night
I ain't nothing to play with Started off local but thanks to all the haters I know g4 pilots on a first name basis In your city faded off the brown nino
do when we come for you? Ya llego el Rey Mysterio. El vato cabron de San Diego. Flash up on the scene like a brown crusader. Blowing up screens like
got it bad 'cause I'm brown and not the other color. Some police think they have the authority to kill a minority, but muthafucka mad, 'cause I ain'
