Cequel Williams - Killshot Lyrics

Killshot
Killshot
Killshot
Say Priceless
You want to learn how to shot a choppa
Let go

Confession in the chair
Baby say she miss me
She said she missing her some tongue chi
I'm just a young nigga from the streets
A lot of motherf*ckers envy me
Well go ahead and envy me
Say what you want about me
Matter fact criticize me
Go ahead and write a book about me
Go ahead and expose
The motherf*cking good and the bad
Make sure you tell then
I put it on your ladies ass

Now I got these f*ck niggas
Mad because their old ladies
Calling out my name
Tongue Fu Master
The nigga that is real to the game
I don't take no loses
If you didn't know I'm the boss of all bosses
Yeah, Mr. Tongue Chi
A lot of f*ck niggas out here
They love to f*cking envy me
So what nigga I'm hood rich
The same motherf*ckers jump in your bitch
Hop in your f*cking whip
Same motherf*cker ate your chips and dips
Same motherf*cker that laid in your bed
Look at your bitch while she gave me head
Now I got your bitch wrap around my fingers
Yeah Nigga I said around my fingers
There no need to hate me
Don't hate the player
Hate game
I'm a straight up G

Confession in the chair
Your old lady say she miss me
She going back to the night she met tongue chi
I'm just a young nigga from the streets
A lot of motherf*ckers envy me
Well go ahead and envy me
Say what you want about me
Matter fact nigga
Go ahead and write a book about me
When you criticize me
Tell the good and the bad
Make sure you tell that
I put it on your old lady ass

Dashawn
You want to be like me
Let me tell you something nigga
You never can be tongue chi
See I'm a nigga from the streets
That don't mind dying
I'm a real motherf*cker leaving your mama crying
Man this is so so sad
He wanted to be just like me
He was calling me dad
But you nothing but a Muslim fag
But I'll tell it to your face
I ain't got to beg
I ain't here to beg
I ain't here to boast
But I can sit on a tombstone and produce baby ghost
What you mad motherf*cker
Cause your mojo gone
Your mintues about to run out on your prison phone
That sounds so familiar
You talking your trash
Let me found out you was sniffing Mac T ass
And to that fat ass Tiffany
That ended so sadly
Let me found out your nasty ass
Was f*cking your daddy

Confession in the chair
Your old lady say she miss me
She going back to the night she met tongue chi
I'm just a young nigga from the streets
Even though a lot of motherf*ckers envy me
Go ahead and envy me
Say what you want about me
Matter fact
Go ahead and write a book about me
When you criticize me bitch
Make sure tell the good and the bad
Make sure you tell then
I put it on your old lady ass

Man I'm sitting here like
What took you motherf*ckers
So long to show your motherf*cking true colors
You know what I'm saying
I been waiting on this motherf*cking shit for a long
Motherf*cking time
You don't found out the truth
About these f*ck flower ass nigga
Until yall fall out
Be y'all never know
I'm the motherf*cker who throw the
Killshot
Ain't none of you motherf*ckers
F*cking with me
Ain't nobody f*cking with me
Face to Face
Motherf*ckers talk shit in a safe place
I'm that deadly motherf*cker
I'm the killshot

Confession in the chair
Your old lady say she miss me
She going back to the night she met tongue chi
I'm just a young nigga from the streets
Even though a lot of f*ck niggas envy me
Go ahead and envy me
Say what you want about me
Matter fact nigga
Go ahead and write a book about me
When you criticize me bitch
Make sure tell the good and the bad
Make sure you tell then
I put it on your old lady ass