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Selected song name: Killing
Singer Name: Getter
Lyrics written by: Getter

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Di-Di-Di-Diablo


Killing sh*t, check it, I need it, I want it
B*t*h need a bag, but she mad 'cause my saucy
Gucci and Cartier all on my body
Plug called me back, he got sixty more Roxies
Ooh, I take that pack and just double up
Two foreign hoes, call it double-duck
Got my double cup posted in the cut
Migo cut the pints, I just serve 'em up


I take the drugs that they rap about
Trap move the pack so they say they 'bout
Shawty give me mouth laid up on the couch
Two Perky once then I'm crashin' out
I f**ked your b*t*h, you can have her back
She sucked my d**k, then she scratched my back
Real pimp sh*t, movin' like a boss
Send me twenty keys, I could ship 'em out
Lidocaine lickin' 'til the face is numb
She gon' serve the squad, nothin' but a sl*t
Bend the b*t*h over, put it in her b***
Says she Japanese, they the bento box
Twenty bands of seals, I'ma need 'em all
Half is gone today off this pressure, nah
All my goonies shooters, they no personnel
Really I'm the plug, can't you f**king tell?

Look, b*t*h, the whole world doubted me
Now they proud of me, still there's people who got it out for me
Empowerin', hourly, also my salary
Undoubtedly, unmatched I run it like monopoly
Do it properly, honor me, or don't bother me
Honestly, I am causing bodily harm, unlawfully
Probably on your mind and committing some time robbery
I don't ever follow nobody, they all follow me
The enemy of the establishment, the maverick
Comin' in hot with the hazardous sh*t
In this mothaf**ka with the baddest b*t*h
Accurate aim, leave 'em in a staggering trance, for real
Back to back to back deals
While you whack and lackin' that skill
Don't ever touch a mic if you cannot kill
Any motherf**kin' beat that could pay your bills, feel?


First off, y'all can eat my limp d**k like a thin mint
Shawty give me head and got a shin splint
I don't really give a f**k about your new whip
I drop a free song, buy your b*t*h some new t**s
Whoa , your boy back in it
Killin' all the women with the thizz face
Like I just bit into a lemon
Take a second to examine, R-E-I-D flew in from another planet
Goddammit, Terror always at it
I'm beast with the shawty but I'm like an automatic
I make your hair stand up like static
Always got a back-up fortress in the attic
You f**kin' maggot, give me the cash and I'll bag it
I gotta have it, Jamboree we can have it with the MAC-10s
Spittin' it back at them
Shoot a slug straight through your brain stem, b*t*h

Killing sh*t, check it, I need it, I want it
B*t*h need a bag, but she mad 'cause my saucy
Gucci and Cartier all on my body
Plug called me back, he got sixty more Roxies
Ooh, I take that pack and just double up
Two foreign hoes, call it double-duck
Got my double cup posted in the cut
Migo cut the pints, I just serve 'em up