Pastor Troy - I Kilt Em lyrics

rate me

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