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Kill The Best
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
C-Clip Beatz
C-Clip Beatz
Producer
Drum Dummie
Drum Dummie
Producer

Lyrics

Pow pow pow Paper chasing Haitian Project baby 1800 block Ugly corner nigga Y'all won't feel me anyways I ain't even gotta talk Came up, I was down Got it off the ground They was up, I was low, got it off the floor Paper chase, road running, you ain't on the route Turned up like my music, I be smoking loud Black nigga on that white bitch Milk her like a cow, cashed out They ain't like me but they love me now Pull up to the floor, you ain't even know Been cold, fire, different Jags in a row Pay me back before, diss me like a hoe My nigga pay me for a show and I don't even show I slid by, I ain't flex, I just brung it through Swear to God if you flex, I'ma punish you 25 percent on the tent, on a rental coupe Yeah, I'm from the Noya off that Ugly Corner Avenue Ain't gotta tell my shooter, he gon' shoot Kodak got them snipers on a roof Whipping with the magic stick then I poof Project baby, would you like to eat it in the swimming pool? Been ready, you ain't ready, nigga getting ready Time is money Better have that money, I want every second Man, you niggas sweet niggas, nigga diabetic Living legends, jit will snatch your necklace I'm at the studio fuck, a class session So sorry momma, I will never learn my lesson I need a calculator just to count my blessings Finessing, flexing, flyer than a jetson Young and reckless Hit you and your main man and I won't regret it Switched up, I got a different wardrobe Designer, custom Louis V torso Pop my collar, nigga wipe me down Got it from the bottom now I fly around Bitch, I'm out here, had to get it in Tell her go first, I'm a gentleman Go so loud, she be listening Ain't no time to fuck these hoes, I'm a minute man I'm a project baby, I can't go commercial 'Cause I just hit the plug, he stay on commercial Square, not my round, you not my circle Money got me walking like I'm Steve Urkel Jump right through your window like a Ninja Turtle They want my autograph, but I can't write in cursive They hollerin' murder I kill the beat I kill the beat Lil Kodak, he gon' kill the beat I kill the beat Rest in peace
Writer(s): Marc Lensing, Dieuson Octave Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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