Killa by D. Brown Lyrics Killa by D. Brown Lyrics Killa by D. Brown Lyrics
Killa. Killa, killa, killa, killa, Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa, killa, Is going down, down, down, down Is going down, down, down, down Welcome
pourin' out that Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la) [Verse 1] Once upon a time in the projects yo I watched my uncle Greg put D's on his six-fo' I washed
the wall and 99 grams left to flips that's all Like toasting a stagier I'll show you how to cut this quick Double up out this bitch The D's know me I'
Pigeons jockin me, they wanna ride wit me You gotta be down ho, like Bobby Brown and Whitney I'm not gorilla pimpin, but I keep them killas wit me Yo
her vaccine Come to think about it, Vitamin D Her ass up out them Jeans, but keep your heels on The bedroom, yeah that's the kill zone It's Young Money
: (feat. Diddy) [Verse 1 - Chris Brown] Yesterday I fell in love Today feels like my funeral I just got hit by a bus Shouldn've been so beautiful Don
love me to and you ain't even know it my brother in the back yellin please don't do it Chris brown killed it so I'm a bout to blow it I'm a serial killer
: [feat. Kevin McCall] [Chris Brown:] Look, in the summer 6-0 A little margarita blend So I slip slow The type of nigga I am kind of skitzo Never out
be working for the clampdown Kick over the wall 'cause government's to fall How can you refuse it? Let fury have the hour, anger can be power D'you know
clean and I leave you in the desert with an empty canteen while I'd be rippin trojan ? in the gallapagoes and I'd be pickin foes like I'd be pickin the
give you the deal. If bein' broke at 30 is a nigga that kills, I guess we somethin' like two ice bergs huntin' to kill. Keep on, keep on (uh), keep on
Well I brought some friends with me too Now I ain't back just for the sake of just saying I'm back I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks
life, born killers, we roll out like four-wheelers God shill us, from back-stabbers and goldiggers Tipsy off brown liquor, watch me Obnoxious, broads
Ja like he claims he does He'd wake him up and make his boy get off them drugs But he just keeps feeding him pills So if that E doesn't kill him Someone
as cancer If you could swallow my style, you probably rip ya pants off If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody It'd probably smell like cologne
