Kilo 4 Prez
(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 dancing on her silk skin
That dress tight that hair right so let the games begin
She can't even pretend
The smoke ain't getting to her head
Hand on the clutch it don't take much for it to jet
Where we goin'? Shit anywhere but here
But see the party don't start till young Kilo appear
You know who it is my nigga see the evidence is evident
Walkin' thru the building like the first black president
Barrack a rocka a rock rock the whole nation
Put that girl in her placement while that Luther Vandross playin'
It's amazing, how all of these doobies is in rotation
But we still ain't fuck 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 of alligator
Now this the shit you play when you be playing with the players
And this the shit swing when you be swinging with majors
Ya'll littlee niggas little leaguing
I said we movin' like the mafia nigga don't start your car if the oil leaking
Time is money but the shit I buy is timeless
T minus, 30 seconds now don't rewind this
My dialect, is retrospect, from those who I share lighters
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? Shit I can't even front
I met her last month
See I'm the shit like past lunch
So all my real pharaohs pharaohs gone throw your beepers up
Everybody else bow your heads again
And ask forgiveness for all your sins
Cuz all my niggas is playin' to win
Meanwhile your girl tryna convince Elijah Kilo 's just friend
Yo bitch is just fan
I gave her a hand
Coming up the stairs
She said she need me more than she need air
Then looked at me as if I'm 'posed to care
I kept counting
Blowin' out the dowlla
On the road to heaven hope these demons don't pull me over
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
But one wrong move and Bino will put yo face in that pasta
You importer, run up in su casa
What you expect? I'm just a young city mobster
Elijah Kilo, Dooby bringin' you authentic melodies
So welcome to the 42nd Symphony
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 dancing on her silk skin
That dress tight that hair right so let the games begin
She can't even pretend
The smoke ain't getting to her head
Hand on the clutch it don't take much for it to jet
Where we goin'? Shit anywhere but here
But see the party don't start till young Kilo appear
You know who it is my nigga see the evidence is evident
Walkin' thru the building like the first black president
Barrack a rocka a rock rock the whole nation
Put that girl in her placement while that Luther Vandross playin'
It's amazing, how all of these doobies is in rotation
But we still ain't fuck 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 of alligator
Now this the shit you play when you be playing with the players
And this the shit swing when you be swinging with majors
Ya'll littlee niggas little leaguing
I said we movin' like the mafia nigga don't start your car if the oil leaking
Time is money but the shit I buy is timeless
T minus, 30 seconds now don't rewind this
My dialect, is retrospect, from those who I share lighters
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? Shit I can't even front
I met her last month
See I'm the shit like past lunch
So all my real pharaohs pharaohs gone throw your beepers up
Everybody else bow your heads again
And ask forgiveness for all your sins
Cuz all my niggas is playin' to win
Meanwhile your girl tryna convince Elijah Kilo 's just friend
Yo bitch is just fan
I gave her a hand
Coming up the stairs
She said she need me more than she need air
Then looked at me as if I'm 'posed to care
I kept counting
Blowin' out the dowlla
On the road to heaven hope these demons don't pull me over
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
But one wrong move and Bino will put yo face in that pasta
You importer, run up in su casa
What you expect? I'm just a young city mobster
Elijah Kilo, Dooby bringin' you authentic melodies
So welcome to the 42nd Symphony
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Writer(s): Elijah Kilo & Producertrenttaylor
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