K*ll Em Everytime chords by J.R. Writer
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Verse 1
(A minor) Unh unh unh
Dip sap nigga
You already know what it is man
Let's get it in
Unh okay unh
Write it (A major) grind (A minor) away capisce
Supply the tray to eat
And push drums out the pad
like i'm trying to make a beat
Deep flip (A major) pin' (A minor) with her mommy
Who wishes she was Bonnie
Go pick it up from Papi
But pitch it all a blondie
Grip (A major) pin' (A minor) on a Tommy
For bricks she go to buy me,
keep thinkin' she Punani
Get missiles through your panni,
I'm sittin' in a mazi
Skittin' on Asanis, nutty pro (E flat major) fessor body
Real skinnier than Gandhi, (A minor)
who's as fly as me fam?
No debatin', (A major)
there's a pound of purple waitin' (A minor)
Anytime that I land,
check the (A major) shines, (A minor) I'm the man
And if these jewelers keep
throwin' me watches
I have too much time on my hands,
(A major) damn I'm (A minor) that n***a skeezer
who ain't got the trick or feed (A major) her
If she isn't (A minor) Vida,
she won't (B flat major) get a (A minor) chick fajita
The kid is ether, banging out your (A major) whip
And speakers (A minor) with a name
that ring more bells than a trick or treat her
This the hand I was dealt
They ask me who's my favorite rapper
I'm a fan of myself
Little (A major) man, (A minor) you're an elf
I grip my hand on the belt
And whip your (A major) stupid (A minor) ass out
Till my stamina's felt
Tell me who else is hotter fam
Fuck you if you're not a fan
Listen, (A major) I'm a (A minor) mobster and
All my whips are Tropicana
That's a drop sedan
And Terry a chocolate tan
This shit so deep
I might as well call them pots and pans
(A major) Watch this (A minor) band till the bezzy gleam vital
Come check this street title
I'm every teen's idol
Your (A major) baby mother bump me in the (A minor) ride
Bug me just to (A major) slide
(A minor) Try to make me a hubby on the side
You know what I do?
I take that honey for a ride
Upstate and duct -taped,
honey up with pies
Gene me up? Never that,
a couple of them tried
But off the bat,
I can see the money in they (A major) eyes
(A minor) See (A major) money (A minor) is my drive,
so I can smell a dope getter
(A major) You ain't a (A minor) gorilla
just cause you's a broke nig (A major) ga
I (A minor) know some known killers
that'll flip for (A major) no thrill
Or bury you for (A minor) your chain,
now tell me who's the gold digger
The kid is on his grind,
get slick every line
No (A major) matter what (A minor) they throw at me,
I kill them every time
Cause I'm (A minor) lyrically inclined,
they know Doola is great
Three al (A minor) bums (A major) on the way,
hey, get used to the face
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K*ll Em Everytime
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