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Kill It
795
Hip-Hop/Rap
Kill It fue publicado el 13 de noviembre de 2019 por Hott Headzz como parte del álbum Kill It - Single
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Fecha de lanzamiento13 de noviembre de 2019
SelloHott Headzz
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía
BPM65

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hott Headzz
Hott Headzz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Curtis
Jordan Curtis
Songwriter
Emmanuel Spearman
Emmanuel Spearman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charles Duncker
Charles Duncker
Producer

Letras

Yeah, what's that?
I thought you was finna go in (hm-hm)
What he say?
Yeah, I'm gettin' hot, skillet (hah)
Murder the beat, kill it (uh)
Pocket on E, fill it (uh)
Bro got the two, drill it
Ay (yuh), if you run up get done up, I'm not playin'
Spittin' this heat man, it should be illegal (baow)
Catch a brim like the sun, but lil' ****, it's no tan
I took off with the bitch in a whip like Vin Diesel
It ain't no space in this whip, it's a two-seater
She heat up the crack in the pot like a new heater
Bro keep equipped like he work at a new theatre (shh)
I drop off the top like I'm poppin' a two-liter
Ay, I bought me a Perc, I dropped that in a Fanta (yeah)
Bitch, I ain't see like a baby, no pamper (yeah)
Ice on her wrist, and it move like a dancer (whoo)
(Whoo) Louis the fit (whoo), Louis tip from my campers (whoo)
Strappin' the knee, Ms Da Vinci my toe
Fly to the eights, 'cause they got all the hos
Shit tryna cop, but I'm not on parole
She get on her knees like she 'bout to propose (yeah)
The money, I count it a stack like it's Tetris (yeah)
This bitch is addicted (ay) to me like a fetish (ay)
I throw it, she catch it (yeah), I'm pushing the exits
I'm picking and choosing like this in a Lexus
Whoa (whoa), I'm pickin' and choosin', I'm hungry, I'm greedy
They poppin' out at you like this shit ain't free (whoo)
That lint got 'em lackin', they look like they sleepin'
Pull up in a Jeep, and them **** is creepin'
Pull up at like three (yeah), my ****'s a sneaky
These hos on me, these bitches is freaky (whoo)
I can't pill on key (yeah), I need a trophy
Chill out on my weed, I'm rollin' on E, they not fuckin' with me
I'm gettin' hot (yuh), skillet (hah)
Murder the beat, kill it (uh)
Pocket on E, fill it (uh)
Bro got the two, drill it
Ay (yeah), if you get run up get done up, I'm not playin' (spit)
Spittin' this heat man, it should be illegal (oh)
Catch a brim, like the sun, but lil' ****, it's no tan
I took off with the bitch in a whip like Vin Diesel (yeah)
It ain't no space in this whip, it's a two-seater
She heat up the crack in the pot like a new heater
Bro keep equipped like he work at a new theatre (ah)
I drop off the top like I'm poppin' a two-liter
Ay (uh), I bought me a Perc (yeah), I dropped that in a Fanta (yeah)
Bitch, I ain't see like a baby, no pamper (ooh)
Ice on her wrist (whoo), and it move like a dancer
Louis the fit, Louis tip from my campers (yeah)
Written by: Emmanuel Spearman, Jordan Curtis
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