paroles de chanson 4 Sale - Kilroy

Aye, I told y'all niggas it's straight classics from here on out
Aye CL, drop that shit man

You already know what it's hitting for
You already know what it's hitting for
You already know what it's hitting for
You already know

Hate when a nigga try to talk shit
I don't listen, I'm too busy thinking bout coffins
I don't beef w em, I just off em
Shells to the head is what the piece offering
Catch a nigga lacking in the apartments
Show em my power, nigga feeling like Austin
Playing w my life, gone cost him
Money on his head, it's awesome
Moving round me take caution
In the cross hairs if the lines, you cross em
Cause a nigga out here balling
Feeling like walker playing for Boston
Smoking backwoods, I'm Tarzan
Gotta red head, curtains match her carpet
Any little nigga want smoke, I'm gone match his ass like "ayo, spark it"
Easily turn to a target
Price on your head
Your life is a bargain
I gotta go and make money regardless
I gotta go and make money regardless
I'm not a rapper, I am a artist
Don't fuck w law, my nigga I'm lawless
Into the light, out of the darkness
Into the mic, now I'm recording
I beg your pardon
I do not think you have heard of me
Plenty niggas tried to hurdle me
Probably why they try to murder me
Cutting up like it's surgery
Shit fire nigga 3rd degree
Never let the beef burden me
End a nigga life, curtains please
Certainly
Remember all the bitches curving me? That was the worst to me
Now when they wanna link, I put my dick in they mouth purposely
Like what the fuck you think
You only want me because my rank
You be going hard in them posts
I be going hard in the paint
I'm exactly what your nigga ain't
Big Fish, he up in a tank
Go to war
I'll be in a tank w a fifth of Henny & a prison shank
Murking rappers that they said I can't
Just to show you that I fucking could
And if fairies live in a forest
Then I wish a bitch fucking would
Feeling good, but I'm living worst
Might be a spell, might be a curse
Either way when I spell & curse
Still gone cost your ass for a verse
Killa Nigga, Pull up in a hearse
About to kill a nigga just like how I rehearsed
Ain't a realer nigga on this planet earth
If he feeling bitter put em in the dirt
In a second, I'll be winning first
In my bag, my bitch in her purse
Plus I gotta flow to quench your thirst
Call it holy water like I'm in a church
Let the crowd say Amen
Even though they all hate him
I paid like an arm and a leg
Really went out on a limb
I shoot til my enemies dead
In real life, this not for pretend
Like oops I did again
Then again & again & again
I got real niggas spinning the bin
They all got a 30 or better
I got fit hoes that stay in the gym
When they healthy, they pussy get wetter
Put that D in they V like Vendetta
This shit E to the Z, I won't let up
And I know that these pussies are fed up
'Cause I'm steadily throwing my set up
On my feet I got Martens, Margiela
In my blunt I got something much better
Take a hit and I get on my level
Now I'm dancing with the devil
I got watches from when I embezzled
I got medals from toting them metals
I know people that's up in higher places, that pull your strings like Gipetto