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Killa Wali lyrics : "Screwed Up ft.Trae,Lil Wayne"

(Lil Wayne)
Target practice baby!...
Only thing is

Im not tha shooter...
IM tha bullet
BIATCH!


YA g'd up from tha feet up
(I got you trae)


A,B,C,D,E,F, I'm a G till the end, The end of the rooaaad
B-back in tha kitchen at tha end of tha stove

Ay t looks like we at tha N.to tha O.
Drop a 4 in a 20 ounce and call it 24's
We sit on 24's and we sip on 24's

Got tha caddy sittin on a pair of gucci penny loafs
Yea
I get money , $#&@ wit (*##$es that give me mo'

You know tha game same %#@! different hoes
We cut tha ears and the tail off
Micky mouse

Never been a rat never had em in the house
Call me capitain kangaroo but i got money in my pouch
And i dont mean loose change when i say money in tha couch ( ya dig )

Im gettin paid on what i already say
Yea
Cant see these ^!$$%z like debris on these ^!$$%z

Got a (*##$ named Nina and Nina so !@#%ty
cuz she 'll do him and every one of his buddies
(Chorus)

We put them drinks down & pick them tools up
and if dude trippin we hit dude up
ANd yean %#@! if yean eva been screwed up

ANd yean %#@! if yean eva been screwed up
we drop tha top down and chunk tha deuce up
Dese 84's 'll make a hata put his shoes up

Yea yean %#@! if yean eva been screwed up
Yea yean %#@! if yean eva been screwed up
(Trae)

Im in tha drop sittin low 84's lookin dangerous
My swagga got me in tha hood lookin like i was famous
My naked wrist look like it been hit by a couple paintas

Im gettin money but tha fact im gangsta neva changes
I got my locs on waitin on tha time to plex
Like this boppa shotgun in tha whip waitin on time ta sex

Its ABN until i rest it wont be nothin less
Since im protected by tha neighborhood i neva need a vest
I know them hatas talkin but they aint sayin nothin

Long as they stay inside they place ima continue stuntin
My ice tha %#@! im prolly at 100 stacks n runnin
I guess im fly cuz my doors in tha air and my trunk is hummin

Im still movin slow my swagga just got off tha chain
Wether the club, way in tha hood im still gon make it rain
Hea im tha truth so please address it when you say my name

You try to take it to me and ima take it to ya brain
(Chorus x 1)
Aye its Killa Wali and im a G to the chore.cha Me I wreck, I rip I tip

On 4's do's go up, on that whip
Stay with a grip, can't afford to slip
Straight shoot to Jamaica, watch me jump ship

R.I.P. to Pill, real ^!$$%z stay still
Roll up on them swangs, as I swang off a cliff
A mob boss, I don't really like rims

When it come to these hoes, my hoes are pimps
I'm gorgeous George, I'm charge in charge
My confidence, too high for these $#&@s

Toss Moet cups, or Ferosh and such
Guarding these, wear invisble cuts
Half of these ^!$$%z out here, dumb kluts cuz im a monster in these streets,im a beat these streets,mayne i cant be stopped hatas get shot on my block while ur hoe suck my @@#!,its killa wali i been a killa since age eleven,dis why yall aint goin to heaven,cuz im a killa my ryhmes like through the thrilla,mayne!

(Chorus x 1)

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