Текст песни Kilimanjaro - B-EfEl

Let's get it

(Slatt) It's a Kilamanjaro
That means we pull up to your spot,
And we pop off

They know what I did
I hit at the squad, I did what I did
Hop off the kid
Make like pump fake, and don't cap on the kid
Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday
You gon' get punted (Dead on a Saturday)
That was a warning, next one won't be
I said "Bye bye", like I'm Tiji
I want, all this green, like Luigi
Call my gang, my Swudda, like Yhap', JJ
Come and blitz,
I'ma hit it, they don't see me

I'm poppin' your lid,
I did what I did (Hit at the top)
Not messin' with mid,
She top me like wig (Not messin' with mid)
Von Doom, Vic, my hood be Grinch (Victor Von Doom)
Von Doom, Vic, grrah-ta-ta (Victor Von Doom)

Come here bih, rub my belly (Rub my tummy)
Come here bih, rub my belly (Rub my tummy)
Come here bih, rub my belly
Yeah, yeah

Hit at your man and you mourning
She up on the wood, like morning
Like the Devil, I'm a star, like morning
On the move, like I'm touring
I did it, without warning
She dig it, make it her miss'
I did it, no need for sorry's
Get jiggy, lit as a titty
I'm trappin', I'm trappin', I'm trappin'
I'm trap, trap-trap-trap-trap up at the top
She clappin', she clap it, she clap
Lightskin bitch with the Jap'
This Asian be mixed with the black
I'm fallin' in love with that
I'm messin' with leaves and wax
Milds, not fallin' for that

She fallin' in love, whenever she see me
If you were the one, you would believe in me
If you were the one, you wouldn't decieve me
If you were the one, I know you needed me

They know what I did
I hit at the squad, I did what I did
Hop off the kid
Make like pump fake, and don't cap on the kid
Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday
You gon' get punted (Dead on a Saturday)
That was a warning, next one won't be
I said "Bye bye", like I'm Tiji
I want, all this green, like Luigi
Call my gang, my Swudda, like Yhap', JJ
Come and blitz,
I'ma hit it, they don't see me

I know you don't see me
She up on my peepee
I got the free lean
You know that it's rare, this is Wock'
I'm not Tussin'

Rat-at-ta-tat your nap sack
Black filled backpack
I told the bitch to make like Travis,
And jack my cactus, slatt
R.I.P. Freiza, I'm outting these monkeys
They goin' out sad, they goin' out bad
Get snatched out back, we takin' your hat
(Take that pussy nigga wig)
They goin' out sad, get hit with the clap
I'm hittin' the laps, I'm shuttin' down traps
(She so bad, she so bad, she so bad)

They know what I did
(Dead on a Saturday)
That was a warning, next one won't be
I said "Bye bye", like I'm Tiji
I want, all this green, like Luigi
Call my gang, my Swudda, like Yhap', JJ

Von Doom, Vic, my hood be Grinch
Von Doom, Vic, my hood be Grinch
Von Doom, Vic, my hood be Grinch
Von Doom, Vic, rat-tat-tat

Come here bih, rub my belly
Come here bih, rub my belly
Come here bih, rub my belly
Yeah, yeah