Killaz theme lyrics

by

Juicy J


Whispered in the air
Said she got a thing for a n*gga on the low
I do my thing, but fresh, I’m not a hoe
Got pills in the tank, Chinx about to roll up
Money in the bank, cash never fold up
When a white goes roll up
Make the f*ck n*ggas throw up

Uh, take you money, never bother me
But a lick to a murder from a robbery
Graduated from the street, round back diploma
Feds on the block, see death around the corner
Hold it down like a bucket full of crabs
Swag on Kodak, you know I’m gonna flash
Keep it to a hundred like the needle on my dash
Two hoes on my eyes at looking through the nass
Caught up with the trunk all in the hood
Your b*tch call aside all on the wood
I’m lookin’ for ménage like Lil Kim
You know them Cokeboy n*ggas goin’ in

Whispered in the air
Said she got a thing for a n*gga on the low
I do my thing, but fresh, I’m not a hoe
Got pills in the tank, Chinx about to roll up
Money in the bank, cash never fold up
When a white goes roll up
Make the f*ck n*ggas throw up
Ah, a n*gga drunk but I’m rollin’
Still movin’ like a big ol’ pimp though
Got your main lady all in that bizz oh
Yea she threw it at you but I caught that info
Fo sho man, I talk about the money all the time
n*gga, you’re funny, put your money on the line
See I’m sittin’ in that new one
Try to f*ck a model n*gga, just ran through one
Cokeboy’s got the city under siege, new itty on the bag
Full act up, getting’ fifty of them straps
n*gga bring it where you stay at
Do it to them n*ggas, drop a ball where you lay at
Yea, my money took a boost, n*gga bossed up
The dope stepped on so I squashed up
Get your balls cut, castrated, Porsche 911 drag racin’
f*ck n*gga stagnate

Whispered in the air
Said she got a thing for a n*gga on the low
I do my thing, but fresh, I’m not a hoe
Got pills in the tank, Chinx about to roll up
Money in the bank, cash never fold up
When a white goes roll up
Make the f*ck n*ggas throw up
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