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¿qué pasa? - kill six lyrics

(chorus * k!ll$ix)
¡hola!, ¿qué pasa?, big gun on me goin’ (fa, fa)
finna slide down on that boy with a choppa
we gon’ make him dance (yeah) boy do the cha cha
smokin’ on his friends turn them into zaza
speed off from the scene ridin’ deep in a mazda
choppa gon’ sing (yeah) that b*tch goin’ (la, la)
i ain’t worried ’bout nothin’ boy, hakuna matata
¡hola!, ¿qué pasa?, big gun on me goin’ (fa, fa)
finna slide down on that boy with a choppa
we gon’ make him dance (yeah) boy do the cha cha
smokin’ on his friends turn them into zaza
speed off from the scene ridin’ deep in a mazda
choppa gon’ sing (yeah) that b*tch goin’ (la, la)
i ain’t worried ’bout nothin’ boy, hakuna matata

(verse 1 * k!ll$ix)
¿qué pasa?, b*tch what’s up?
if you run up on me you get stuck
droppin’ they bodies put them in the muck
ride with the cartel with guns in trunk
and we movin’ these packs through nicaragua
wit’ thе slime in this b*tch (yeah) like somе larva
we the three*headed goat (yeah) like the margua
yeah 115 b*tch no one top us (nah, b)
30 round glock give him a halo
movin’ these packs like a muh’ f*ckin’ payload
i know a bad b*tch she come from barbados
shawty gon’ do what i say when i say so
i be stackin’ my bread like some muh’ f*ckin’ legos
me and the gang (yeah) we gettin’ them pesos
take you off the map like i was sofaygo
lit his ass up (yeah) that boy is en fuego
(verse 2 * flwrdth)
hola, ¿estás bien?, i f*ck her once and she want it again
i’m in the big body ride’ in the ‘benz
when she come back bet she bringin’ some friends
latina b*tch on my d*ck, call me papi
they like the flow so you know they gon’ copy
clean up the scene we ain’t doin’ it sloppy
i got amigos wit’ sticks in the lobby
what’s on my hip? b*tch, that’s a pistola
she think i’m dumb but don’t got a diploma
give her that d*ck she get put in a coma
she told me come over, i slide in like “hola”
watch them switch up and they turned into enemies
shoot on my block and i’m catchin’ some felonies
they listen once and they f*ck with the melodies
i got some ties like i lived in the ’70s
skull on his face like it’s day of the dead
load up the bl!cks and send shots to his head
heard that he scared b*tch i fill him with dread
said that she love me, i leave her on read
i’m in the booth, b*tch i’m chillin’ with six
i’m with the gang, 115 be the cl!ck
he can get stomped while i’m wearing some ricks
askin’ “what’s up?” while we aimin’ them sticks

- kill six lyrics

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