Listen to Killin' Em Softly (feat. Kadeem King) by Mack H.D

Killin' Em Softly (feat. Kadeem King)

Mack H.D

Hip-Hop/Rap

8 Shazams

Lyrics

Yeah Huh I swear everyday someone new trying to get one of me I tell all these haters get off me I've been on the run 7 months something they don't want me I'm Lauryn Hill killin' em softly They askin me Why you gotta do em like that (like that) Why you gotta do em like that (like that) Why you gotta do em like that They be mad cuz I be moving like that Why they askin' me Huh, If you aint know I'm rebel Leadah (Leadah) Chain swinging couple hundred hangin out the levis I wonder if you aint cut from the same cloth as these guy I advise you never to cross me as you ally Voila, my verse is like magic to these rap guy With every one another disappear and the ask why Made paper off the weight need paper Weights for when they stack high Remember chicks played me,now they play me and they wave high Huh,this ain't nothing i aint used to Chasing a dream would cost a couple friend,Nigga who knew I got a team of money circle around like a susu Put the game in a choke hole like the tie on the suits do I'm seated at the table talking life with the who's who's The waiter takes my order,rose duck with the couscous A henny on the rock straight,I never use juice The greatest of my era, nothing like all these new dudes I swear everyday someone new trying to get one of me I tell all these haters get off me I've been on the run 7 months something they don't want me I'm Lauryn Hill killin' em softly They askin' me Why you gotta do em like that (like that) Why you gotta do em like that (like that) Why you gotta do em like that They be mad cuz I be moving like that Why they askin me Hold up youngin' I'm not disturbing the neighbors I know a Mac name Craig who show me how to get flovor I'm always headlining news I'm on the front page of papers Swavey backwoods was imported yall aint smoking this flavor huh What else they gonna say about the kid Up late night recording trying to get up out the crib See my daughter gotta make a better life for her to live So when she older she can tell the Kids The thing her daddy did (for Real) Back to the real most these niggaz fake Even the livest one in you crew be mostly dead weight I keep my head straight they fen for crumbs I want the whole plate They said life's a game of chest I'm one move from checkmate huh They don't know the life that I live Sacrifices I made or the thing that I did More than a helping hand arm leg and Two ribs,and still not respecting my shit Watch me get reckless with this,sample my DNA whenever I spit These niggaz aint real they counterfeit,raise the amount on my shit Days when I'm back the ounces of piff I tried it all I'ma keep makings hits Now they respecting my shit I swear everyday someone new trying to get one of me I tell all these haters get off me I've been on the run 7 months something they don't want me I'm Lauryn Hill killin' em softly They askin me Why you gotta do em like that (like that) Why you gotta do em like that (like that) Why you gotta do em like that They be mad cuz I be moving like that Why they askin me
Writer(s): Mackenson Damis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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