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rolling (feat. jayk, ar$enic) - killag lyrics

[intro: kevin]
you gotta get ready man!
you gotta believe in what you’re doing man! and why!
you gotta think g, think!

[verse 1: k!lla g]
alright here we go again
i ain’t rappin’ b*tches that are ten
wait i need to cool and find my zen, yeah chi
street fighters, that’s ken
f*ck that rather yell to the end
letting f*ckers know, that i will defend
especially for a friend
yeah, they be my lender
or even a vendor
but, weirdos know who i’m bout show
the cold side
the old side
the rude side
the true side
the angry side
the pure side
yeah, time to turn the tide
b*tches f*ck me late at night
a buck for each nut she eatin’, right?
yeah, nice kids out there, right?
wait, i need a second, alright?
that’s the same, right?
yeah, that’s it alright
sh*t’s sight
on sight
f*ck a b*tch, alright
yeah, she said g i can do this all night
next fight
with a b*tch who don’t understand right
aight, next fight
alright
f*cker too big to walk around in the light
next round, this sh*t getting old, but now i’m yeah
f*ck you b*tch, i didn’t ask you for your opinion, blaow!
anyways, what was i saying?
right, she was f*ckin’ me late around 10
she got my nut up in her gut
and i got the fresh cut
she got the k!ller b*tt
ox i need that like that ass
b*tch, i need to catch a fat bass
yeah, b*tch be inhaling gas
maybe take a shower for an hour
maybe snort some flour
yeah, i be collecting power
making people hide and cower
under the tower, caboom!
make a zoom
yeah, b*tch i made a little room
just you and me
hope you understand, you see
now i gotta change that sh*t
there you go that was my bit
[verse 2: jayk]
ok
too many hoes on my phone i’m not tryna pick up
k!lla g run this sh*t so you know i’m gonna pick up
the phone
cuz i don’t like your tone
but now i’m sittin here in the back all alone
record this verse three times before i go home
y’all are like rex, yeah, all y’all rappers clones
f*ckin’ on your b*tch while you sittin’ on your own
before you take hits just know you gon’ get stoned
before my quick trip just check you’re not alone
turn the ac on now my money in a storm
like a cyclone i’m just tryna steal your home
but i can’t even move cuz i’m sittin’ on a throne
sh*t
you see each other now, but you see me on the tv
she’s typin’ in my number but she can’t seem to reach me
preach me what you see
3d or 2d
my life’s like a movie
i’ll put it on a cd
too deep in this sh*t
i might have to leave quick
then come back i’m homesick
make rhymes like i’m t.i. i’m too high, i’m too sick
sh*t
[interlude: k!lla g, ar$enic, jayk]
yeahhh
good jake!
let’s gooo!
you like that?
alright, now let’s start back in with ar$enic’s part

[verse 3: ar$enic]
yeah, my bars are super so call me clark kent
got 30k in my account but still live in an apartment
i’m on this beat now
so no, i’m not departin’
i play my part and
hide my rhymes inside the glove compartment
i clean up b*tches messes and then claim the bounty
pull up and ask dog the [?] ayo man where the hound be?
but all dogs have their negative traits, most are rowdy
so every b*tch is a b*tch in the end
god can’t even count it
i can’t even count to 10
1, 2, 5, i’m skipping numbers
puffing clouds, weed just makin’ me dumber and dumber
gotta go back to school, cuz i ain’t get smarter over the summer
and got a lambo, yeah, that sh*t’s a bummer
i should probably quit cursin’ in all my verses
and stop gettin’ in my head every time i f*ckin’ rehe*rs* it
but i ain’t actually super man, i’m just a normal person
my future’s bright as a fire, or silver, mainly sterlin’
some of my friends just got friction, i’ll add in some lubricant
rappin’ makes me happy, right now i feel exuberant
and jubilant
so good at this sh*t, jayk and g are my duplicates
my future’s kinda bright, it’s lookin’ kinda illuminate
[outro: ar$enic, jayk, k!lla g]
f*ck it, i’m done, i’m stopping here
you didn’t think it sounded good?
nah, i like that, i like that!
your’s was good too
now i just gotta…
this is a good beat
do you like this beat?
g!
yo, you good?
yeah, you alright?
god dammit
what’s wrong?
i just hate how everyone’s f*ckin’ better than me, yaknow?
nah, you’re just saying that cuz you’re new bro, it’s good
whatever

- killag lyrics

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