FLY KILLERS! these are the killers KILLERS! they are the killers KILLERS! are you a killer? KILLERS! don't be a killer It's time for all to work together for
s a small one, no fun at all Bouncin' round the air like a tennis ball When it touches down I wanna kiss the ground But it's time to wreck a new town
gun play Hostage taker, I killed my brother with a salt shaker He tried to short me a buck What the fuck? A nigga that lies is a nigga that dies No cries for
gots to break bread, for sho I needs mo' ice drops for the lexo Briggetts sets blow when I'm sipping the mo' Freelancing, trying to build a mansion
worry 'bout the basic stroll Hooking up my Cadillac, and upping my gold Throw in a blow job, they'll fuck off grands A hundred for a full hit, 50 for a
windows down And scream out loud Oh we're tired now Take it home Stop on the way To the bakery For some fruit and cake And home I lay After a shower
All of the lights) If you want it you can get it for the rest of your life If you want it you can get it for the rest of your life [Verse 1 - Kanye
took me home to meet your mom and dad. Your mom cooked meatloaf even though I don't eat meat. I dug you so much I took some for the team. Your dad was
Shady, baby, we 'bout to move inside a ride When we touchdown When we get in town you know how we getting down Pull a cling and hop on out, snatch all
getting blown and the drinks is super strong I know they aint getting money like we do so it`s on. I was looking for the one now I`m feeling dumb for
baby, you don't need homes Whether you got your real hair or a weave on Whether you got some Frankie Bs or some Lees on From the A-cups to the D-cups
gone Chillin', bags in the trunk full of FAO Schwartz for the chill'uns Spent a few shillings Sip a few chickens, lick a few kittens, just kiddin' A
Chi-Town, all around the world Said it's all love, Sure Club, M-I-A Party at bungalow eight, when I stay Pool look like a hundred Beyonce's A couple
a new world Someway, somehow, there's got to be a place for us Somewhere, there's got to be A better way, a new beginning, a second chance It's all
a trois, you twots? Fuck that I'd rather turn this club to a ballroom brawl. Get as rowdy as Roesthlisberger in a bathroom stall. Like a leaf stuck in a
I'm gone wit it A chrome kitted, A foam pit in the back of it Phony tittie bitches come home with me, get the business I made bling bling, I'm like a
walk.. back [Cory Gunz] Whistle for my family, my label and my set It's Young Money til my day the death, tell the rest to take a rest Theral breaded
sittin up Run in the bathroom on ya girl and get a titty fuck Right after I buss a nut I buss the gun get rid of her Ya bunch of pussy's having a pity