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Killed Before Lyrics - Artist : Future
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Everyone know I've been killed before I've been bent like a centerfold I crap with my money, no-oh Drop the top, get a breeze, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Got four million in jewelry, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Whoa) Let that money fly to the ceiling, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh (Whoa-oh) Did you pay someone's tuition? No-oh-oh-oh-oh (Whoa-oh) Do you own a store? No-oh-oh-oh-oh (Whoa) Yeah, fuck all this bullshit (Slatt) Diamonds for all us kings, yeah (Yah) Got my money, went Ludacris (Let's go) Give some racks to a hood bitch (Hoo) Give some racks to a pulpit (Woo) Look at the grain, it's wood, bitch On the floor, it's a wool, bitch She suck dick like a whole tick (Come on) Diamonds on me, they cold as shit (Phew) I thank God that I went legit (And what?) When we see 'em, you know we blitz (And what?) I can bet up, you know I'm rich (Let's go) Shut the fuck up, nigga, bet up, you say you rich Different color diamonds, I'm a peacock Different color diamonds, I'm a peacock Spot full of birdies with no treetop You know you my son, you can't be dad I bought the boat, the jet-skis Got an FN and a stick, don't test me I stacked them hundreds up to God knees I ain't goin' broke until 2070 Everyone know I've been killed before I've been bent like a centerfold (Whoa) I crap with my money, no-oh Drop the top, get a breeze, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Got four million in jewelry, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Whoa) Let that money fly to the ceiling, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh (Whoa-oh) Did you pay someone's tuition? No-oh-oh-oh-oh (Whoa-oh) Do you own a store? No-oh-oh-oh-oh (Whoa) We ain't lettin' these bitches get between us We ain't lettin' no monkey niggas stand that close to us (Close to us) I ain't got no heart when it come down to my bro, yeah (Yeah) She is not my dresser, she just iron my clothes, yeah (Thanks) Pulled off in a Tesla, pulled back in a Porsche, yeah (Skrrt skrrt) 'Bout this mozzarella, you'll get burnt like toast, yeah I get on that bullshit, you'll get extorted, yeah (Extorted) Six kids with me, didn't think 'bout abortions, yeah Ayy, I took a thottie out of Magic Took her to the pent, then I woo-woo-woo, ayy The private jet came with a stewardess Like ooh-ooh-ooh Ready for war like a machine, ayy Came from pillies to post schemin' Now I got fifty hoes on they knees I put an X in my codeine (Oh-oh) But I don't put nothing in my weed (Oh-oh) And I took a jet right overseas (Oh-oh) I want some head from overseas (Oh-oh) I caught a case, my jewelry seized (Oh-oh) I started off with fifty keys (Oh-oh) My Bentayga clean like bleach (Oh-oh) On a yacht with blue water and blue cheese On this shit like fleas, ayy Everyone know I've been killed before I've been bent like a centerfold I crap with my money, no-oh Drop the top, get a breeze, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Got four million in jewelry, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Whoa) Let that money fly to the ceiling, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh (Whoa-oh) Did you pay someone's tuition? No-oh-oh-oh-oh Do you own a store? No-oh-oh-oh-oh Ayy, I took a thottie out of Magic Took her to the pent, then I woo-woo-woo, ayy The private jet came with a stewardess Like ooh-ooh-ooh |
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