Elijah Kilo - Kilo 4 Prez lyrics

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Elijah Kilo - Kilo 4 Prez lyrics

(Yo, uh) Walked in the room everybody be quiet Oh my god I almost caused me a riot 20 on the chain, I said, 10 on the rings And she got a sweet tooth, so I put candy on the frame City lights is dancin' on her silk skin That dress tight, the hair right, so let the games begin She can't even pretend the smoke ain't gettin' to her head H.A.M. on the clutch, it don't take much for it to jet Where we goin'? sh**, anywhere but here, but see the party don't start 'till young Kilo appear, you know who it is My n***as see the evidence is evident Walking thru the building like the 1st black president Barack -arck -arck Rock the whole nation Put that girl in her placement while that new [?] playing It's amazin' how all of these doobies is in rotation And we still ain't f** up the conversation Got flows for different occasions, gave each one a name When I made it, this one called a "French mink suit" Made a alligata' Now this the sh** you play when you playing with the playa's And this the sh** you swing when you be swingin' with the majors, y'all little n***as little league'in I said we movin' like the mafia n***a, don't start your car if your oil leakin'. Time is money but the sh** I but is timeless, T-minus 30 seconds now don't rewind this My dialect is retrospect from those who I [?] Only language I speak to police is silence Don't take my meditation as kindness, a lot of fake rappers in the booth when I leave I have the 'itis Her lips taste like my last blunt, oh this yo' girl? sh** I can't even front, I met her last month See I'm the sh** like past lunch, so all my real pharaohs [?] Go throw ya [?] up, now everybody else, now ya heads again And then ask forgiveness for all your sins, cuz all my n***as is Playin' to win, meanwhile your girls tryna convince you "Elijah Kilo's just a friend" Your b**h is just a fan, I gave her a hand, coming up the stairs She said she need me more then she need air Then looked at me as if I'm 'posed to care I kept countin', blowing out the dolo, on a road to heaven Hope these demons don't pull me ova' No weapon formed against me shall prosper Cuz one wrong move? And Beno? He'll put your face in the poster you imposter, run up in su casa What you expect? I'm just a young city mobster Elijah Kilo, Dooby, bringing you authentic melodies So welcome to the 42nd Symphony