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Borealiz - BILLZ lyrics

Borealiz:
BAM! I'm Coming through! Killing kits! Shaka Zu!
Shut the mutha what up when I, when I, try to speak to you!
I- I- I see you got a nice rep! I'm about to tarnish it!
Gotta mark the territory! That's just how we do!
You said you gotta hoe but she got a cat and rack?
I only stick the stick in what's gon' fix these cataracs!
Wrote these sixes on converses, and got blood on my chalk
Got finesse when I walk, and devonaire when I talk

Chorus:
You see the bills?? We gettin' it
You see the dough? We countin' it
You see this bread?? I'm spendin it
Might as well make a hunna sandwiches!

Let me count the Bill O'Reilly's!
(x's 2)
BILLZ! BILLZ! BILLZ! BILLZ!

Louii King:
Just 2 dope boyz in a cadillac!
You a average cat, I'm jus' savage raps
I walk up in the bank with the battle axe
And ask the god damn teller if my cash is back
I need billz to the roof like my cash is stacked
Spent my last dollar on a pom pom
And I'm on on one! Playin' and one!
In long johns so I'm long gone
Westside outta Hong Kong!
If y'all chickens ain't know about LOUII
I gotta whole team! Came for one night
As u can see my niggas got groupies
I ain't 2 Chainz! I got two brains and i could switch my shit like this though
Pitbulls finna get dough!
Rich roll; Raw wicked when i kick, i flow!
Better come hard quicker when i spit so
I'm a pistol; better yet a missile
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I done cock back!
I'mma block brat
What they talkin bout?
This is the rap game in a arm bar!
They done wanna war! we on a world tour
To the top in a drop top wop pop
Still i can't stop til i'm knocked off
Clicc clacc
Clicc clicc clacc clacc Pop!
I told ‘em “meet me in the final four”
If its me and you to see who colder, then i'm three below
All i know is Grindin! Bill Bill Billz are coming in the mail
Flow like i just struck gold on the road but they rather see me in a jail!
Fail!

Bridge:
Might as well make a money sandwich! (x's 4)

They try to sit us in place. They try to spit in my face
They try to take me to the prison cuz I look out of place
Half black, still a Jigga
And cuz that I want chicken
And cuz that I pull triggers
And the court kill me quicker
But i better watch my tone before I turn into Travyon!
And lemme get this party started! Where the liazon?
Now they watch me! NSA! Pour me glass of Hennesy!
Invite all my enemies so I can flaunt these benjamins!

Chorus:
You see the bills?? We gettin' it
You see the dough? We countin' it
You see this bread?? I'm spendin it
Might as well make a hunna sandwiches!

Let me count the Bill O'Reilly's!
(x's 2)
BILLZ! BILLZ! BILLZ! BILLZ!

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