Killah Lyrics

Whenever you want gold, you don't find gold on the surface of the earth

You gotta go deep down under the surf, surf, surf, surf, surf

Whenever you want diamonds, you gotta go deep down in the earth to get a diamond

Money hoes, cars and clothes

You n*ggas ain't got no more

'24, I'm 'bout to blow

Me and all my n*ggas know

You don't wanna hear the truth

Wanna hear me lie to you

Make it sound fly to you (Ain't gon' lie with ya)

You don't wanna hear the truth

Wanna hear me lie to you

Make it sound fly to you (Ain't gon' slide with ya)

You don't wanna hear the truth

Wanna hear me lie to you

Make it sound fly to you (Ain't gon' ride with ya)

You don't wanna hear the truth

Wanna hear me lie, make it sound fye (Ain't gon' die with ya)

Money, hoes, and clothes

All these n*ggas know

They don't believe in God

But they'll die for Godby Road

They wanna hear you talk about the trap or selling dope

Or use your baby mama EBT right at the store

I spent my PPP on the gang

Went to the flame

Took off with a waitress in a foreign that match her name

Seeing me, she see class

Whipping in my C class

She let me see that ass

You know I had to kill her

'Cause we want sex, money, murder

What's love when I treat her just like Tina Turner, I wanna

Where the smoke, where the hoes at

Four shots, I'ma crack a n*gga's skull cap I'm feeling like a killer

Everything on me designer

I was through with her last season

You know where to find her

I'm through with that vagina

I don't trust nobody (Not a soul)

You get no love, I want your body, you looking at the killer

Pulling out of you make you a quit without a glove

You relate to when I ate you when we fell in love

Catching feelings through me off (Kill a b*tch)

Felt like I caught a cold and couldn't lose the cough

Keep having to mask up

I lie to you

You lie to me

You said it's only you I love

I told you I agree

Tried to put a leash on me to go outside to pee (Pissing off)

On the way home touching on each other hide and seek (Girl you soft)

Get a grab to eat and a Grabba leaf to drag on weed

You grabbing me 'cause women I have what they need

Spending mucho dinero to get you Sharon Stoned

I be swinging low with you going deeper than baritones

You be wet I breast stroke in you, swim in laps

Rub something sticky on my lips around you never chapped

You the song I sing when I'm stuck in your head and mouth

Anything I spit you swallow it before I'm out

'Cause we want sex, money, murder

What's love when I treat her just like Tina Turner, I wanna

Where the smoke, where the hoes at

Four shots, I'ma crack a n*gga's skull cap I'm feeling like a killer

Everything on me designer

I was through with her last season

You know where to find her

I'm through with that vagina

I don't trust nobody (Not a soul)

You get no love, I want your body, you looking at the killer

Love is the cure of all

But I ain't satisfied until she giving me them draws

I'ma smoke, drink, I'ma ball

Hit her from the back knocking pictures off the wall

You don't want to hear the truth

Want to hear me lie to you

Make it sound fly to you (Ain't gon' ride with ya)

You don't want to hear the truth

Want to hear me lie

Make it sound fye