Chris Roca - KiLLa From MaNiLa lyrics

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Chris Roca - KiLLa From MaNiLa lyrics

(Hook) Im the k**a from manila ain't nobody realer X3 Ain't nobody realer I'm finna' make it bigger (Verse) k**in everything on sight I murder everything I be murdering you're girl all night The world is mine for the taking alright Ready for the lights but don't make em' too bright Don't stay grounded bruh cuz we needa take flight f**s with a lesbo but can't f**s with a dike I tell her lets go cuz I do it on the mic Tell em' I ball homie, do it like mike I be goin so hard in this b**h Droppin bars on this click Fly to mars with my sh** Drink so hard take a sip Don't think you understand my language So far from you I have the advantage My words hits so hard you might need it bandaged Make you suffer slight brain damage Don't fall in love I ain't neva heard of marriage No record deal I think I might land it (Hook) Im the k**a from manila ain't nobody realer X3 Ain't nobody realer I'm finna' make it bigger (Verse) Rumors float around thats just a bunch a' gossip Talkin bout me? Thats a whole bunch a' non-sense More like gaaahhhrrbage Kobe gettin old, yea thats just a bunch a' milage Im pretty damn smart call me mister f**in knowledge And no I ain't rich, but I'm pretty good at being stylish I said muthaf**in stylish cuz I dress soo fine, I be k**in And no I don't understand anythin but winning' I make superman look like a b**h cuz Im a muthaf**in villain Won't slow down unless I make fitty f**in million Or unless my mother be relaxin' in a godamn expensive a** pavilion Too much work on my mind to be thinking bout some children Won't be coin that sh** till I own a f**in building Catch me turnt as f** I be walkin stupid and my drank be spillin Pull up……. Roof gone missin (Hook) Im da k**a from manila ain't nobody realer X3 Ain't nobody realer I'm finna' make it bigger (Bridge) Yea Yea im finna make it bigga Yea yea Ive been a f**in winna X2 (Verse) k** the damn booth mic check one two Im coming out the blue Bout to warn the grammy's cuz I'm comin for you Theres no need for comparison I got the betta crew No fake homies round herrr everyone is truu We bout to make it bang they ain't even got a clue Aim for the top cuz we never about to lose Aim for the guap go and leave your self amused Workin' hard is all we f**in' do