A$ton Matthews - Kamikaze lyrics
rate meI mix my paper, make my polo, wow
Creeps call me a loco, wow
Hennessey and four locos
Got it all for the lolo!
Pimps got right hit like…
Trees hitting like…off
Brick flap, got your nostrils fall with a choko
We ain’t fuck around with the fuck arounds
You fuck around, it might bring you down
Pillow case, it won’t make a sound
Mars burn, Mars pussy
You ain’t got no safety round,
That tech move and I stop and shoot it
You pussy, if I don’t shoot my partner, do it!
Oh six moves, we was… flip it
Bloody creep it, put it in the dirt when I dump the clipping
Drop the body, dump the witness,
Fuck the judge, I dodge the sentence!
Switch names, wanna switch zip
Ain’t shit safe when you flip the bricks
I switch the blaze, when I snitch your wrist!
Uh, let the sip flow
Better let your bitch know
Keep her lid closed
Cause you can’t hit for the same price
Let a nigga get a brick fall!
Cause nowadays everybody wanna tell it
They got something to say
Burn it to his mouth, can’t move his lips
Got his mom and his bitch
It’s done! You niggas just hint 4-9!
Hook:
We’re built for the game
It’s simple and plain
You’re done, niggas interfere with the sis
Clip… with the tips,
Get hit 4-9, get hit 4-9!
Threw it up in the game
You’re done, niggas get…
Clip… with the tips,
Get hit 4-9, get hit 4-9!
Kamikaze, get your lively body
Ain’t nobody talking body
Ain’t no walking body!
Ain’t no doubt about it, bitch I’m body, body!
Snatch your mind, do your momma body kamikaze!
These retched kaz bitches… Apollo
Got me hopping in that Apollo
I was only levitating…
That’s a motherfucking model, nigga yolo
Cool with the Chris, pop rose in the mole, fuck the cholos!
Fuck and the motherfucking cholos
Tell …and no villains
Drop bys… shredders that’s V for your vendetta
Aston Martin…
Brick flick aka, the voice of the mother fucking five six doors
Oly, oxen, oxycontin, knocking extra lose
Drop the roof, chop your troops,
Clips longer than the chopper suit.
You’re pussy nigga, we don’t play that
…your ways at, push your shit way back
Buy Lebrun James and that pose game
Cold bang and these gold chains
Bunch of shoulders with no names
Bodies dropping that close range.
These pigs ain’t never about the no names
They meant to no tells!
Chop that work, bitch make no sales
Man, I let nobody… make my bell
Cause nowadays everybody wanna tell it
They got something to say
Burn it to his mouth, can’t move his lips
Got his mom and his bitch
It’s done! You niggas just hint 4-9!
Hook:
We’re built for the game
It’s simple and plain
You’re done, niggas interfere with the sis
Clip… with the tips,
Get hit 4-9, get hit 4-9!
Threw it up in the game
You’re done, niggas get…
Clip… with the tips,
Get hit 4-9, get hit 4-9!
Kamikaze, get your lively body
Ain’t nobody talking body
Ain’t no walking body!
Ain’t no doubt about it, bitch I’m body, body!
Snatch your mind, do your momma body kamikaze!
