"FREE KILLA" lyrics
(MIA JAY C)
ShoNuff
Talk, huh (I hear you, JAY C)
I don't even comb my beard out no more, huh
Wash it out, dry it off, bitch, it's on the floor
Huh, ain't got time for no weird shit no more, huh
Bro get out, we pressin' shit, bitch, it's on the floor
Ayy, huh, me and you ain't scared of shit the same, huh, huh
I be worried 'bout my spots, you worried 'bout your bitch, huh
I ain't dressin' like my opps, Louis on my 'fit, huh
They got family on the T tryna find a pit, listen
Mm-mm, hold up
Ayy, huh, just get off the phone with Killa, I'm up out my feelings, huh
All that bullshit killin', me and blood don't feel it
Huh, ayy, I get Nuk to calm down and we gon' get them millions
Listen, huh, might be up a couple, huh
Already, but I ain't gon' say it unless I'm up to something
Naw, but I'm is, pay attention 'fore I press a button
Ayy, we ain't scared of nothin', uh, we up every brothers
Ayy, huh, like since you can't do shit without that nigga
We gon' smoke you with him, chopper knock the bitch up out them niggas, listen (Ayy)
Huh, like he won't leave his hood, leave him in his hood, huh, huh
I'm on my way back to wish a nigga was, huh
I don't even comb my beard out no more, huh
Wash it out, dry it off, bitch, it's on the floor
Huh, ain't got time for no weird shit no more, huh
Bro get out, we pressin' shit, bitch, it's on the floor
Ayy, huh, me and you ain't scared of shit the same, huh, huh
I be worried 'bout my spots, you worried 'bout your bitch, huh
I ain't dressin' like my opps, Louis on my 'fit, huh
They got family on the T tryna find a pit, listen
Hmm, big man
Tell a bitch that's my mood in a ski mask
Ayy, huh, like them niggas better move 'fore they be dead
Ayy, huh, pull up, drop an extra hundred at the repass
Listen, hmm, who your reverend? Huh
He been preachin' lies to you, let me tell it
Ayy, pop the deacon with a Desert Eagle if he jealous
Naw, titi say she ain't believe it 'til she seent the shells, uh, uh
I can hit it seven times, it's gon' sell
That's that topside, no peroxide, white as hell
Huh, bitch, I'm outside in the drop, just sped through hell
Huh, be done ran into my demons, tryna get away from 12, nigga, listen
I don't even comb my beard out no more, huh
Wash it out, dry it off, bitch, it's on the floor
Huh, ain't got time for no weird shit no more, huh
Bro get out, we pressin' shit, bitch, it's on the floor
Ayy, huh, me and you ain't scared of shit the same, huh, huh
I be worried 'bout my spots, you worried 'bout your bitch, huh
I ain't dressin' like my opps, Louis on my 'fit, huh
They got family on the T tryna find a pit, listen
ShoNuff
Talk, huh (I hear you, JAY C)
I don't even comb my beard out no more, huh
Wash it out, dry it off, bitch, it's on the floor
Huh, ain't got time for no weird shit no more, huh
Bro get out, we pressin' shit, bitch, it's on the floor
Ayy, huh, me and you ain't scared of shit the same, huh, huh
I be worried 'bout my spots, you worried 'bout your bitch, huh
I ain't dressin' like my opps, Louis on my 'fit, huh
They got family on the T tryna find a pit, listen
Mm-mm, hold up
Ayy, huh, just get off the phone with Killa, I'm up out my feelings, huh
All that bullshit killin', me and blood don't feel it
Huh, ayy, I get Nuk to calm down and we gon' get them millions
Listen, huh, might be up a couple, huh
Already, but I ain't gon' say it unless I'm up to something
Naw, but I'm is, pay attention 'fore I press a button
Ayy, we ain't scared of nothin', uh, we up every brothers
Ayy, huh, like since you can't do shit without that nigga
We gon' smoke you with him, chopper knock the bitch up out them niggas, listen (Ayy)
Huh, like he won't leave his hood, leave him in his hood, huh, huh
I'm on my way back to wish a nigga was, huh
I don't even comb my beard out no more, huh
Wash it out, dry it off, bitch, it's on the floor
Huh, ain't got time for no weird shit no more, huh
Bro get out, we pressin' shit, bitch, it's on the floor
Ayy, huh, me and you ain't scared of shit the same, huh, huh
I be worried 'bout my spots, you worried 'bout your bitch, huh
I ain't dressin' like my opps, Louis on my 'fit, huh
They got family on the T tryna find a pit, listen
Hmm, big man
Tell a bitch that's my mood in a ski mask
Ayy, huh, like them niggas better move 'fore they be dead
Ayy, huh, pull up, drop an extra hundred at the repass
Listen, hmm, who your reverend? Huh
He been preachin' lies to you, let me tell it
Ayy, pop the deacon with a Desert Eagle if he jealous
Naw, titi say she ain't believe it 'til she seent the shells, uh, uh
I can hit it seven times, it's gon' sell
That's that topside, no peroxide, white as hell
Huh, bitch, I'm outside in the drop, just sped through hell
Huh, be done ran into my demons, tryna get away from 12, nigga, listen
I don't even comb my beard out no more, huh
Wash it out, dry it off, bitch, it's on the floor
Huh, ain't got time for no weird shit no more, huh
Bro get out, we pressin' shit, bitch, it's on the floor
Ayy, huh, me and you ain't scared of shit the same, huh, huh
I be worried 'bout my spots, you worried 'bout your bitch, huh
I ain't dressin' like my opps, Louis on my 'fit, huh
They got family on the T tryna find a pit, listen
