Killah (Feat. Gesaffelstein)

LYRICS

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KillerStandin' on the corner smokin' that grassAnd the boys all pass me byTalkin' some shit, but can't handle my assI'm a murderer in disguiseYeah, you wanna be cool, but you makin' me madBite my lip, it starts to bleedYeah, it tastes so good, but it gotta be badIf I'm gonna get you homeGonna make the club dance scream, believe itGonna make the ceiling shake for meI'ma be a full-time bedroom divaI'm gonna make you scream, that's a matter of factI'll be your fantasyI'm a killerLike were you gonna die tonight?Oh, killer, killer, killer, killerI'm a killerAnd will you gonna die tonight?Oh, killer, killer, killer, killerKillerI lighten up my final cigaretteI'll burn a hole right through your eyesLookin' at you like a zombie killerHungry for a homicideIf I get you alone until you're skin and boneI'ma try you on for sizeAbout to wear you out like my favorite suitWho's paralyzedGonna make the club dance scream, believe itGonna make the ceiling shake for meI'ma be a full-time bedroom divaI'm gonna make you scream, that's a matter of factI'll be your fantasyI'm a killerLike were you gonna die tonight?Oh, killer, killer, killer, killerI'm a killerAnd will you gonna die tonight?Oh, killer, killer, killer, killerKillerYeahWooI'm a killerAnd will you gonna die tonight? (Hey)Killer

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Killah (Feat. Gesaffelstein)