Zell Marley - Killa Season lyrics

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Zell Marley - Killa Season lyrics

Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah I can get you tagged I'll chop your body up, divide up in separate plastic bags Like Sauce, I Walk it, b*tch, no talking, b*tch I just go get the bag You know your time is up, I'm grimy, bruh, I can't show you my hand You know I'm what you not, you cap a lot, but you think you the man I pull the mower out, I'll chop your grass, little ni**a, that's yo ass Yeah, it's Killa Season, hoodies up, yeah, I'ma do 'em bad Can't play no games, I rearrange your face like "who the fu*k is that" Don't think that you gon' up the score on me, b*tch, I'ma get you back They wasn't fu*kin' with me, now they on my dick, yeah I'm bringing home the bacon, but it's fu*k the pigs, yeah All thеse ni**as is pretend, thеy ain't genuine, yeah Roll up a twinny-twin-twin, yeah, I'm in the wind, yeah Type of ni**a fill the stands out, I bring the bands out I can't kick it with no ni**a always got his hand out I can't help it that you blew it, that's just how it panned out Get it hot and bring the fans out I'm-I'm-I'm on my sh*t, yeah Started off with nothing, now I'm going big, yeah I been could see the future since I was a kid, yeah I know that lil ni**a proud of what I did, yeah My lady kill you for me, she my Harley Quinn, yeah I can't take no more losses, so I gotta win, yeah You ain't come from my mama, don't say you my twin, yeah I been dove in that water, I know how to swim, yeah You say it's up, it's up, don't give no fu*k, 'cause I can get you tagged I'll chop your body up, divide up in separate plastic bags Like Sauce, I Walk it, b*tch, no talking, b*tch I just go get the bag You know your time is up, I'm grimy, bruh, I can't show you my hand You know I'm what you not, you cap a lot, but you think you the man I pull the mower out, I'll chop your grass, little ni**a, that's yo ass Yeah, it's Killa Season, hoodies up, yeah, I'ma do 'em bad Can't play no games, I rearrange your face like "who the fu*k is that" Don't think that you gon' up the score on me, b*tch, I'ma get you back