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38 Killer
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Hip-Hop/Rap
38 Killer was released on August 3, 2025 by Palestinefree as a part of the album 38 Killer - Single
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Palestinefree
Palestinefree
Background Vocals
Kodakk Blakk Brreye
Kodakk Blakk Brreye
Brass Instrument, Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kodakk Blakk Brreye
Kodakk Blakk Brreye
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Palestinefree
Palestinefree
Producer
Kodakk Blakk Brreye
Kodakk Blakk Brreye
Engineer, Producer

Lyrics

Tell me my favorite dick sucker back
That was my favorite dick sucker homie
I just heard lil bro album
That little shit ass, I don’t even like it
We be killing shit you ain’t even heard of before
We got bodies at you, you ain’t even heard about around here
I bet one night with me, your bitch, she be hoping
She could dip, then she peeping
I’m an organized gangsta over here, my feo on shit
We got a whole lot of **** here, put my muscle down
You think I do bodybuild legit, put my muscle down
I do bodybuild legit
Put my convertible down
Said we came through wildin’ out the whip
Timmy came through Paris Fashion Week
She on my drip, I’m a whole gangster
How you even get me over here
Lil bro popped a bean, somebody get shot
You fucking him Amiri
Rockstar jeans and I got more diamonds on my ring
I’m a Z, I was catching Z’s
Woke up on a lift, say that money better overseas, bitch
Where, give it here
Bitch, where, give it here
Go bitch, well give it, I be where the shooters be
Eat, sleep
Told me how he died, he tried to run but said his feet
Sleep
One opp stayed up all day just to troll, he in the deep
Sleep, ain’t no point in tryna wake him up, his ass
Sleep, sleep, real killer with an out-date Glass Steve
I don’t come February
Trench baby, I act rich
I was broke though, shit was legendary
Chris sat with a switch and an extra clip
Yeah, that shit necessary, last **** ain’t carry one
Hit him in his head, he a veggie
Baby can’t talk, I never tried to claim a **** work
If you wasn’t there, you would make it worse
Make a bet, let’s catch an opp
Let’s run to ’em, who make it first
I praise killers, you praise killers
Who be inside ****’ paperwork
I nut in a bitch
I told the bitch
I can’t leave until I see her take it first
Yeah, I hit a bitch quiet
Before I put a rap **** in my business
My business work on the kitchen table
Aye boom, get out that kitchen, let’s get it
Aye Smirk, stay out the trenches, let’s get it
He alive, stay out my business, let’s get it
Stayed alive for ten more minutes, let’s get it
Hit his nerves, he got no feelings
Man, what you keep talking
Out your top and we gon’ knock it off
Talking ’bout he a killer, okay knock
It off, is you worried about them ****, uh-huh, not at all
They say such, such a problem
Okay, problem solved, okay, okay
Pick my money up like it’s on Adderall
Baby, I’ll take your pain away
I’m not Nardo, Tylenol, man, them **** act, they blind
They ain’t wanna see me ball
Now I’m up and they like damn
I hope this **** fall, bitch
I ain’t December, with this stick I do magic trick
Opps got glue hands, they still ain’t drop shit
I just got so more bands, I’m finna pop shit
Might need to change my name to Lolly, get you popped
Quick chopper drama teacher, make them act right
I can live, bitch, my sack right
You know I got that Mack right
There, who the hell is that guy
How the hell does he get that fly
He drip like he got baptized
And he’ll wet you up like baptized
Everybody hate me, bro
Everybody hate me, bro
What you worried about me for
What you worried about me for going to Jamaica
I’m in Jamaica, you in Jamaica
You look up to me
I take that
As a compliment
My boy
Written by: Kodakk Blakk Brreye
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