Pastor Troy - I Kilt Em Lyrics

Hey yo, this song is dedicated to all y’all niggas
Who get fly when you hit the club

I pulled up in that new shit, I killed it
Know I had my foreign ass bitch, I killed it
All suits from the tailor, I killed it
Paper, paper, paper, paper, I killed it
I pulled up in that new shit, I killed it
Know I had my foreign ass bitch, I killed it
All suits from the tailor, I killed it
Paper, paper, paper, paper, I killed it

I pulled up to the club looking for some electricity
I plug in the wow, bitch, I ball, quit you bitching me
I fix, stitch with some red leather shit
With a black accent, oh my god, I represent
…we got weed, we got lean
Hit the club on them dubs with no scrubs, I’m too clean
With a bitch from Barbados ripe like tomatoes
Thick like potatoes, represent the a hoes
Me and Young Gotti, yeah, we just ball for it
Stomping that note by the knee, nobody
Jumped in that purple, 9 11 and I peeled them
And ain’t nobody had to say nothing, I killed them

I pulled up in that new shit, I killed it
Know I had my foreign ass bitch, I killed it
All suits from the tailor, I killed it
Paper, paper, paper, paper, I killed it
I pulled up in that new shit, I killed it
Know I had my foreign ass bitch, I killed it
All suits from the tailor, I killed it
Paper, paper, paper, paper, I killed it
 

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