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Killa Kyleon – ESE lyrics
Where the work at? Where the work at?
Where the work at? Just met the plug and he a ese
Ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese
Got a mng from my ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese
My number big like a ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese
So in these streets they call me heffe, heffe, heffe, heffe, heffe, heffe
Y’all talkin that life, y’all ain’t bout that life
Y’all ain’t seen no bricks, y’all ain’t sold no white
That ain’t drink in your cup, y’all ain’t rockin that ice
Y’all rappers ain’t real, y’all ain’t got no stripes
Y’all spittin that fiction, y’all stories ain’t stickin
Name droppin on wax, in the hood we callin that snitchin
When we touch down you get missin
I ain’t playin with it, no dixin
I’ma keep it clean like dishes, 285 if you vision
If that price’s right, we shippin
Both you die in that frame
For y’all lame niggas don’t understand
That fedex and that white
Squares for suckers my shapes
Keepin food on my plate
That hard …that purple drink
[Hook:]
Just met the plug and he a ese
Ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese
Got a mng from my ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese
My number big like a ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese
So in these streets they call me heffe, heffe, heffe, heffe, heffe, heffe
Fast money, that’s instant, real niggas we different
Nino brown, frank lucas, y’all supportin them snitches
Commentators they talk a lot, y’all work for them bitches
Fuck niggas, can’t hold water, my pen is under that bridges
Fast throwin them jersey numbers, hot niggas they missin
Either dead or jail, my consequences so I ain’t doin no trippin
I just hit my amigo, he know I blow ingles
I be doin them numbers, me and them boys be mingling
All my niggas be savages, I keep killers with me like lando
I just made a deal so my paper good, now that rollie makin my hand glow
I bought an ss just to hold me over, till I hop inside of that lambo
I won’t stop ballin, my pockets fat,
[Hook:]
Just met the plug and he a ese
Ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese
Got a mng from my ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese
My number big like a ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese
So in these streets they call me heffe, heffe, heffe, heffe, heffe, heffe.
Where the work at? Just met the plug and he a ese
Ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese
Got a mng from my ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese
My number big like a ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese
So in these streets they call me heffe, heffe, heffe, heffe, heffe, heffe
Y’all talkin that life, y’all ain’t bout that life
Y’all ain’t seen no bricks, y’all ain’t sold no white
That ain’t drink in your cup, y’all ain’t rockin that ice
Y’all rappers ain’t real, y’all ain’t got no stripes
Y’all spittin that fiction, y’all stories ain’t stickin
Name droppin on wax, in the hood we callin that snitchin
When we touch down you get missin
I ain’t playin with it, no dixin
I’ma keep it clean like dishes, 285 if you vision
If that price’s right, we shippin
Both you die in that frame
For y’all lame niggas don’t understand
That fedex and that white
Squares for suckers my shapes
Keepin food on my plate
That hard …that purple drink
[Hook:]
Just met the plug and he a ese
Ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese
Got a mng from my ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese
My number big like a ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese
So in these streets they call me heffe, heffe, heffe, heffe, heffe, heffe
Fast money, that’s instant, real niggas we different
Nino brown, frank lucas, y’all supportin them snitches
Commentators they talk a lot, y’all work for them bitches
Fuck niggas, can’t hold water, my pen is under that bridges
Fast throwin them jersey numbers, hot niggas they missin
Either dead or jail, my consequences so I ain’t doin no trippin
I just hit my amigo, he know I blow ingles
I be doin them numbers, me and them boys be mingling
All my niggas be savages, I keep killers with me like lando
I just made a deal so my paper good, now that rollie makin my hand glow
I bought an ss just to hold me over, till I hop inside of that lambo
I won’t stop ballin, my pockets fat,
[Hook:]
Just met the plug and he a ese
Ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese
Got a mng from my ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese
My number big like a ese, ese, ese, ese, ese, ese
So in these streets they call me heffe, heffe, heffe, heffe, heffe, heffe.
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