KIMIKO
Perfect
Hah, hah, hah
Yeah, yeah, hah-hah, yeah, yeah
Hah, hah, hah
Hah
Hah
Hah
Yeah, I take the j's I smoke all to the head (Hah, hah, hah)
I'm here to fill these niggas up with dread
Know ya know that I would be your motherfuckin' favorite man tho
We both know that's facts, don't give no fucks bout what ya saying hoe (hah, hah)
Big umbai the nation
You tryna fuck around, change the conversation
I am not living for no one's adoration
You give me hate, you might face the laceration
I know that you not gon like it when I go bananas
The holy monster's not a regular mammal
And bitches, they irritate, fuck off my channel
Might blow up the world, I will become a vandal
I'm a fucking god killer, bitch, you better tread lightly
I'm the fucking holy monster, you don't wanna fight me
Niggas give me hate, that's why I'm moving impolitely
Me, be cool with niggas, that is highly unlikely
Tell a bitch to fuck off, before she give me mood swings
I'm a fuckin planet killer, yeah, this how I do things
Test my fucking patience, get to acting like the shottas
So many fucking chains, I feel like motherfuckin' shabba
Take the j's I smoke all to the head
(Hah, hah, hah)
I'm here to fill these niggas up with dread
Know ya know that I would be your motherfuckin' favorite man tho
We both know that's facts, don't give no fucks bout what ya saying hoe (Hah, hah)
Lil prostitute, might sell my body to a baddie if she ask nice
Smoking cali weed, and yeah, I gladly pay the gas price
Tell a bitch I'll cook the food myself if she don't add spice
Tell the hoe to clear my fuckin path if she don't act right
I have been seeing these niggas tryna be like me, and it's fucking pathetic
Yeah, they tryna copy my style to the letter
If that wasn't facts, then I wouldn't have said it
I'm bout to start taxing for my mannerisms
They tryna post the way I post, better cough up some lettuce
Addicted to what, what, what, what, yeah, I got a money fetish
Take the j's I smoke all to the head (Hah, hah, hah)
I'm here to fill these niggas up with dread
Know ya know that I would be your motherfuckin' favorite man tho
We both know that's facts, don't give no fucks bout what ya saying hoe (Hah, hah)
Yeah, yeah, hah, yeah, hah, yeah, hah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hah, yeah, hah, yeah, hah, hah, hah
Hah, hah, hah
Yeah, yeah, hah-hah, yeah, yeah
Hah, hah, hah
Hah
Hah
Hah
Yeah, I take the j's I smoke all to the head (Hah, hah, hah)
I'm here to fill these niggas up with dread
Know ya know that I would be your motherfuckin' favorite man tho
We both know that's facts, don't give no fucks bout what ya saying hoe (hah, hah)
Big umbai the nation
You tryna fuck around, change the conversation
I am not living for no one's adoration
You give me hate, you might face the laceration
I know that you not gon like it when I go bananas
The holy monster's not a regular mammal
And bitches, they irritate, fuck off my channel
Might blow up the world, I will become a vandal
I'm a fucking god killer, bitch, you better tread lightly
I'm the fucking holy monster, you don't wanna fight me
Niggas give me hate, that's why I'm moving impolitely
Me, be cool with niggas, that is highly unlikely
Tell a bitch to fuck off, before she give me mood swings
I'm a fuckin planet killer, yeah, this how I do things
Test my fucking patience, get to acting like the shottas
So many fucking chains, I feel like motherfuckin' shabba
Take the j's I smoke all to the head
(Hah, hah, hah)
I'm here to fill these niggas up with dread
Know ya know that I would be your motherfuckin' favorite man tho
We both know that's facts, don't give no fucks bout what ya saying hoe (Hah, hah)
Lil prostitute, might sell my body to a baddie if she ask nice
Smoking cali weed, and yeah, I gladly pay the gas price
Tell a bitch I'll cook the food myself if she don't add spice
Tell the hoe to clear my fuckin path if she don't act right
I have been seeing these niggas tryna be like me, and it's fucking pathetic
Yeah, they tryna copy my style to the letter
If that wasn't facts, then I wouldn't have said it
I'm bout to start taxing for my mannerisms
They tryna post the way I post, better cough up some lettuce
Addicted to what, what, what, what, yeah, I got a money fetish
Take the j's I smoke all to the head (Hah, hah, hah)
I'm here to fill these niggas up with dread
Know ya know that I would be your motherfuckin' favorite man tho
We both know that's facts, don't give no fucks bout what ya saying hoe (Hah, hah)
Yeah, yeah, hah, yeah, hah, yeah, hah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hah, yeah, hah, yeah, hah, hah, hah
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Writer(s): Deception
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