Cam'ron & Vado - Killa lyrics

rate me

I might.. might flow a ceiling,

…Don’t worry, I got it…

Hit him with a sky rocket!

You have all come for me and my blood brothers,

We cook the beef like Fudruckers, duck sucka

What I think of them? I ain't no judge, fucker,

What I deal with, nothing but drugs, brother!

Smack a girl, kill your pops, take your mother,

Stab your aunt, hit your sis, duct tape your brother

First Jordans, all suede Jamaican colors

Make them take cover!

Me I’ve seen … please roll with me,

Only time you meet girls is on EHarmony

Black I treat like the pharmacy,

From the back of .. to the…

Chorus:

Killa, killa, we kill ‘em!

Killa, killa, we killa ‘em!

Killa, killa, we killa ‘em!

If these wars could speak they’d tell me let’s go

Like wall street, Billy …

With the same ambition determined I’m in Depeche Mode

They put my name in the black book cause they…

Black retros, yeah them 60+

At black expo, necks broke to look at us.

Ridiculous delivery, the boss is tight,

She fell in love with my kick game like Posh Spice.

Half the shit you spit plain, you part nice

Half the brick is coooked caine, that’s hard white.

Order more bright, order haters respect,

Feel like a governor and a Schwarzenegger collection.

I’m just fucking her, I don’t care who she slept with,

Shawty only good for the throat like Chloraseptic

Ha! These rappers are hot combs, your boy the next pick

I don't straighten it out, get blown when the tec spit

Chorus:

Killa, killa, we kill ‘em!

Killa, killa, we killa ‘em!

Killa, killa, we killa ‘em!

Well I was always the smart ass,

Pulling BM’s out of Park Ave

Hand a rock to 'em off the ground like a bounce pass

So was my heart on the…

You go fuck up some paper, just make sure you got a good amount stashed

No outcast… big boy,

Quarter ..threw some Ds on her like Rich Boy.

This high class, Crown Vics be our Six-Four

Shit is like Crenshaw, ... Blood and Crip wars

He ain't lying, get thrown from the sixth floor,

Blown from the four five, my dick in your bitch's jaw

All the diamonds, that's whom I rip for.

Any problems? That’s what the click’s for.

.. I sail on a six shore,

Girls are like lottos, doggy, I pick four

Word homie, they phony, Macy's, Neiman's, Bloomies, they know me

Chorus:

Killa, killa, we kill ‘em!

Killa, killa, we killa ‘em!

Killa, killa, we killa ‘em!

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Thanks to madailui

Thanks to Nohomo for correcting these lyrics