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Kill
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Kill został wydany 2 maja 2025 przez BAG TALK ENTERTAINMENT jako część albumu Art
album cover
AlbumArt
Data wydania2 maja 2025
WytwórniaBAG TALK ENTERTAINMENT
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM150

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baby Flaco
Baby Flaco
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Prince Lindsey
Prince Lindsey
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Baby Flaco
Baby Flaco
Engineer

Tekst Utworu

[Chorus]
That **** fuck with Satan, I'm tryna send him to Hell
His ass fucked, he chopped, he tryna sell his soul on Grailed
I lose my mind, I go crazy, I might just go off the rails
**** so goddamn goofy, ****, like Kenan & Kel
****, I don't play no games, I'm so damn vicious, I pop up and go for the kill
I don't got time for **** who pop for the 'net, pussy ****, go make a Reel
On my ass, I was down in the dirt, ain't nobody care how I feel
[Verse 1]
****, this shit gettin' real, ****, this shit gettin' real, don't care how you feel
I bet they ass run back when they see cash, when they see me sign a deal
I got a Glock on my side, that shit concealed
**** ain't help, now **** be beggin' for help
My foot on they neck, now I can't stop 'til they score, ah
I'll settle your 'bows for poppin' that shit on the phone
Ho, just leave me alone, ho, just leave me alone
Know I got real good credit, I get money, I'm grown
She said she fuck with you, she know the bitch in my song
She wanna go for a ride, put your seatbelt on
They tryna stunt my beats, but they can't match my tone
Bitch, you know I'm a vet, I get that bag and I'm gone
I get that bag and I'm gone, that watch two-tone, on God
[Chorus]
That **** fuck with Satan, I'm tryna send him to Hell
His ass fucked, he chopped, he tryna sell his soul on Grailed
I lose my mind, I go crazy, I might just go off the rails
**** so goddamn goofy, ****, like Kenan & Kel
****, I don't play no games, I'm so damn vicious, I pop up and go for the kill
I don't got time for **** who pop for the 'net, pussy ****, go make a Reel
On my ass, I was down in the dirt, ain't nobody care how I feel
[Outro]
****, this shit gettin' cold, I'm the king of the jungle
I'm the king of this shit, king of the royal rumble
Lil' ****, if you get that bag, ****, you better not fumble
(Brrat)
Written by: Prince Lindsey
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