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killa kyleon - bright lights, big city flow كلمات الأغنية

(-talking-)
ha-ha made it ma, top of the world n-gga ha
i hear these bullsh-t -ss raps, y’all calling hip-hop n-gga
and i must say, i am not impressed one bit n-gga
nope, let’s get to bidness though k!lla hey

[kyleon]
i’m a heat maker, no not a beat maker
i write fire do you get it, i’m a heat maker
i’m a grinder not a binder, but i keep paper
that’s why them freaks chase us, we turn em to skeet tasters
i’ll skeet taste ya, but not a whole lot
so don’t confuse k!lla for a trick, i give a hoe not
zip zero, stingy with that dinero
say it ain’t my demeanor, i’ma leave that up to fema n-gga
i’m a heat maker, no not a beat maker
i write fire, do you get it, i’m a heat maker
i’m a grinder not a binder, but i keep paper
that’s why them freaks chase us, we turn em to skeet tasters
i’ll skeet taste ya, but not a whole lot
so don’t confuse k!lla for a trick, i give a hoe not
zip zero, stingy with that dinero
say it ain’t my demeanor, i’m leave that up to fema n-gga
i do the beats, like ike treat tina
so i do a b-tch bad, and treat a n-gga worse than that
step up your verses black, get on my level hater
but you gon need a staircase, and two elevators
i keep some’ing on my waist, that’ll levitate ya
and decapitate ya, want me to demonstrate ya
when that glock nine, give you a facer
straight shot to your dome, like patron with no chaser man

[hook]
y’all dudes, ain’t f-cking with me
y’all dudes, ain’t f-cking with me
y’all dudes, ain’t f-cking with me
tell you the truth, y’all ain’t got nothing for me no
put these rappers in a line, let’s see
put these rappers in a line, let’s see
put these rappers in a line, let’s see
no, they ain’t f-cking with me nope

[kyleon]
put these rappers in a line, i run through em like push quick
that’s the truth, that ain’t no bullsh-t
‘gar full of presidential, smoking on that bush sh-t that kush sh-t
smell it inhale it that’s that good sh-t, i’m on that neighborhood sh-t
run up in your house, gun up in your mouth
without warning, like notorious b
k!lla move through the streets, so notoriously
i’m on that gotti soprano, with the ammo i’m a g
dope than a motherf-cker, i’m a ki that’s me
download some’ing, get a c.d. and you’ll see
take off yor gl-sses, get a good look
i speak the truth, like i’m rapping out the good book
flows hot, like i got em out a cook book
but i’m emeral, you martha stewart n-gga
ain’t no b-tch in my blood, i ain’t feminine
my heart don’t pump kool-aid, my blood ain’t cinnamon n-gga

[hook]

- killa kyleon

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