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mykill - kyllum كلمات الأغنية

[hook]
kyllum huh, kyllum huh
kyllum huh, kyllum huh
kyllum huh, kyllum huh
kyllum huh, kyllum huh
kyllum huh, kyllum huh
kyllum huh, kyllum huh
kyllum huh

[chorus]
kyllum huh
matter fact b_tch i’m the villain
we put a shot through his head and we drill him
bullets they enter his body they fill him
percocet 30 i’m losing my feelings
she wanna f_ck on me, i’m like really?
run up a bag, ran it up to a milly
i’m in yo’ b_tch and i f_ckin’ her kidneys
chop’ finna sing lil’ b_tch like whitney
ain’t about it b_tch, you ain’t talkin’ you ain’t ’bout it b_tch
wanna f_ck i said i’m out of it
he got money it was counterfeit
he broke he a bum, shots with my gun
cl!ck_cl!ck_pow make the f_ck boy run
talkin’ ’bout bread, but you don’t got none
p_pull up in all black just like a nun

[verse 1]
why the f_ck they keep on testin’ me?
rich as a b_tch, yeah, i’m drinkin’ on hennessy
she wanna f_ck, i be f_ck, i be hеavenly
she want that good, and she said it was hеavenly
huh, fall in this b_tch, turnin’ 70
she gave good head, we got that chemistry
chop up, disease, leave him with flapacy
i’m finna make lil’ b_tch my destiny, huh

[verse 2]
he gonna get hit with like 40
shot to his dome, now his mom she be mourning
wake up to money, i’m like good morning
percs on the sleep, he dead, he be snoring
now i just f_ck on his mom she be h_rny
now i just toss her away she be boring
hop in the h_llcat lil’ b_tch it be roaring
she wanna f_ck again i’m just like sorry b_tch
[pre_chorus]
they gon’ say that they was always him
why you hatin’ you should get a grip
p_ssy talkin’ you gon’ shut yo’ lip
we finna pop that boy just like a zit
i’m so high i’m off the actavis
say you hard, but you just actin’ b_tch
he wanna talk i’m not having it
so he get filled with the whole f_ckin’ clip

[chorus]
kyllum, huh
matter fact b_tch i’m the villain
we put a shot through his head and we drill him
bullets they enter his body they fill him
percocet 30 i’m losing my feelings
she wanna f_ck on me, i’m like really?
run up a bag, ran it up to a milly
i’m in yo’ b_tch and i f_ckin’ her kidneys
chop’ finna sing lil’ b_tch like whitney

ain’t about it b_tch, you ain’t talkin’ you ain’t ’bout it b_tch
wanna f_ck i said i’m out of it
he got money it was counterfeit
he broke he a bum, shots with my gun
cl!ck_cl!ck_pow make the f_ck boy run
talkin’ ’bout bread, but you don’t got none
p_pull up in all black just like a nun
[hook]
kyllum huh, kyllum huh
kyllum huh, kyllum huh
kyllum huh, kyllum huh
kyllum huh, kyllum huh
kyllum huh, kyllum huh
kyllum huh, kyllum huh
kyllum huh, kyllum huh
kyllum huh, kyllum huh

- mykill

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