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Killa Killa (feat. Aiyana Lee) - Thrilla Thrilla Edit
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Battin' 'round the trap when I'm in the streets
You don't wanna play, no, no
Got a target on your back standin' next to me
Ayy, hell no, you don't know who you're, ah
Backed out with that look in her eye
That'll make the devil smile (Skrrt)
Papi, tell me can you handle my type? (Ayy)
Going on my level now (Ah)
'Cause mami's a killa, killa (Ah, ah)
Shoot like a rilla, rilla (Bop-bop)
So, papi, tell me can you handle my type?
Hell no, you don't you know who you're fuckin' with
Music punchin' or the internet, I kill all of that
20 million when I see the net, I made all of that
Even when I'm ill, I see a vet, I'm an animal
They know I'm eatin' up the threat like I'm Hannibal (Ayy, ayy)
I got no reason to panic when all the money paid
Tailor-made, wearin' Armani now that I'm feelin' suede
Money May, now I can choose the weather on any day
Anyway, king of the drama, killin' it every day
Ooh, know you hurtin' 'cause you always throwback
Ooh, rollin' through the pieces on a Kodak
Ooh, I'm the catch, saving like a goalie (Ooh)
Wishin', but I know you fuckin' hate me
Backed out with that look in her eye
That'll make the devil smile (Skrrt)
Papi, tell me can you handle my type? (Ayy)
Going on my level now
'Cause mami's a killa, killa
Shoot like a rilla, rilla (Bop-bop)
So, papi, tell me can you handle my type?
Ayy, ayy, hell no, you don't you know who you'reโ
Nah, you don't know who you're fuckin' with (Nah)
I know many come and go when I go to this (I know many)
Turn up in killer mode (Ayy)
Legacy fiddlin'
End another man and then I'm leavin' them piddlin'
I'm a beast when I'm on it
Hotter than your bonnet (Jeez)
I really want it like buffalo needin' women (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Shreddin' it, disrespect, and then I'm deadin' it (Nah, nah)
Repeatin' me winnin' the a figure like I'm Benedict (Damn)
Got the money flowin' proper like an ATM (Skrrt)
Gotta see me glowin' proper with that alien (Skrrt, skrrt)
Taller than the makkah when I gotta stack it up
Now she soundin' like Chewbacca when she back it up (Ah)
Backed out with that look in her eye
That'll make the devil smile (Skrrt)
Papi, tell me can you handle my type? (Ayy)
Going on my level now
'Cause mami's a killa, killa
Shoot like a rilla, rilla
So, papi, tell me can you handle my type?
Yeah, yeah
Hell no, you don't you know who you're fucking with (Mmh)
Yeah, uh, uh
No, no
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