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disco fever - kila b! lyrics

n*ggas driving up in paint so we shoot ‘em up (yeah!)
when i pull up to your block you know i’m suited up (boom!)
i just gave that lil’ shordie a perc and now she booted up
all my n*ggas dogs on my grave they finna chew you up (yeah!)
i just wiped your whole squad and now i’m looted up (pew pew)
reboot your mans, imma shoot him i don’t give a f*ck (what?)
you better not be on no hoe sh*t when i’m pulling up (uh!)
sipping drank like mini shields my kidneys out of luck! (boom!)

hit him with the glizzy now that n*gga seeing stars (ha!)
n*gga tryna get a feature with them sh*tty bars (boy you ass)
how the f*ck you finna pull up you don’t got no car (ain’t no car)
how the f*ck you spreading rumors n*ggas so bizarre (you a bum)
pockets fat as h*ll think them b*tches full of lard (yеah!)
choppa finna sing a song like a f*cking bard (grrra!)
n*gga diss but want a hand out he a f*cking tard (huh?)
watch your tone whеn you’re talking you not f*cking hard (yeah!)
take the choppa out, shoot and turn that lil’ n*gga to shards
do this sh*t like yu gi oh lil’ b*tch i’m out here pulling cards
i don’t care about these girls like phantom thieves i’m taking hearts
and i swear it’s free them guys take my n*ggas put them bars
who the f*ck is bro? swear that he a hoe
i been running up my bands now i’m dripped from head to toe (yeah yeah yeah!)
imma keep on sipping wockhardt ‘til a n*gga feeling slow
sipping all this d*mn syrup now i can’t even catch a cold (ah yeah!)
i can’t f*ck with bro he a p*ssy he a gato
f*cked an asian ass hoe now she saying arigato (grrra!)
i just f*cked a n*ggas b*tch she look like mulatto
imma roll him like some grabba smoke that n*gga like gelato
jewels, smoke that n*gga like a juul (uh!)
run up on that boy rob that n*gga out his jewels (uh yeah!)
n*gga talking sh*t but he ducking he a fool (huh?)
don’t even try to dap me up no more this sh*t ain’t cool (yeah!)
pull up on that n*gga you know guns is blazing (uh)
you was tryna get a feature why you hating (yeah!)
hollow tips they got as h*ll they like some bacon (huh?)
pull up to your spot with sticks we get to baking (boom boom!)
hit him with a 223 and now that n*gga seeing satan
we gon’ get that p*ssy gone like that n*gga on vacation
n*gga sweet as h*ll in person why the f*ck you do that faking (huh?)
i be riding with that tool like some leaves i get to raking (yeah!)
n*ggas driving up in paint so we shoot ‘em up (uh!)
when i pull up to your block you know i’m suited up (boom!)
i just gave that lil’ shordie a perc and now she booted up
all my n*ggas dogs on my grave they finna chew you up (yeah!)
i just wiped your whole squad and now i’m looted up (huh?)
reboot your mans, imma shoot him i don’t give a f*ck (oh yeah!)
you better not be on no hoe sh*t when i’m pulling up (go!)
sipping drank like mini shields my kidneys out of luck! (yeah!)

- kila b lyrics

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