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krayyed - mikekill lyrics

[verse: mikek!ll]
ay, ay
twerking my phones like my ass is black kray
persian cellphone know that sh*t be the way
stay on a call with my girl like all day
icy goth princess you know she gon’ stay
dont give a f*ck cause my ass be a thug
trap on the flip man that sh*t get me paid
hit up my line cause i got h*lla drugs
got a lil’ fanbase you know they obey
diamonds same color as some dirty lean
sh*t might be fake cause it not from my plug
smith and wesson with that infrared beam
pop a lil’ sh*t and it make my ass shrug
lil shorty soldier she know that she loved
mikek!ll the best man you know you heard me
thug angel rose yeah she know she a dove
ask for a feature that sh*t ain’t be free
all in the party just smoking some mid
homies run with me they stay in my blood
talkin all grown but he just be a kid
dont wan these hoes know my ass be a stud
yellow good bout the same color as p*ss
cooked up in italy now in madrid
just tryna see my lil’ shawty go gliss
dropping this album then go off the grid
pouring this codeine straight into my fanta
rapping in spanish for all the latinas
thinkin we talkin but it just some banta’
hola soy mikek!ll soy de argentina
doin’ a show man we out in sabina
hop on the track and i cook with remane
dont leave the house unless i got my nina
look at this money its all that we gain
[verse: remane77]
f*ck round wit me you get slapped in your face
i’m in my zone you should pick up the pace
i walk in this b*tch with a mag
i get to the bag than i’m getting the f*ck out this place
smoking that pressure, you smoking on laced
b*tch, don’t trust your plug he a lame i’ll take all your earnings
you really deserve it
than laugh in your face all the way to the bank
77 dropped 7k that’s some sh*t you just don’t get
lil b*tch you talking sh*t over instagram that’s some sh*t that don’t make sense
lil b*tch i’m cooking with mikek!ll with pony producing we making all these cents
ok lil b*tch i can’t hear you i’m too f*cking high with this loud that hurt my chest
b*tch i’m the main event b*tch i’m the main topic
i might just take your lil b*tch to the tropics
i cannot lose no that’s not an option you spitting garbage you need to stop it
you will get smacked the f*ck up like a bop*it
trusted you once i trusted you twice
this is my chapter you not in my comic
i’m in sabina just did a show
i’m sorry babe can’t pick up the phone
i get too high when i’m feeling low
i’m too f*cked up my heart feels so cold
you cannot get near me or my group
i will not let you b*tch don’t get close
i spend like 30 bands on my shoes
while that’s a lie i still got nice clothes b*tch
saintmichael

- mikekill lyrics

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