Killer Wit

By Vado

On Slime Flu 3

Released on January 22, 2013

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[Hook]

Killer wit, killer wit, killer wit,that lingua

Killer wit, killer wit, killer wit, that culture

Killer wit, killer wit, killer wit, that lingua

Killer wit, killer wit, killer wit, that culture

Killer wit, that lingua, killer wit, that culture

Killer wit, that lingua, killer wit, that culture

Killer wit, that lingua, killer wit, that culture

Killer wit, that lingua, killer wit, that culture


[Verse 1]

Snow flown with fred, like you under that l

My tracks was trained to go over your head

I don’t see style, show me the bread

Most these rappers is so, so, so

So I’ll just go in instead

I told vado watch, I turn the icegrill to clear face

Like a mavado watch

Your girl suck me off, I don’t know her name

I know her head was solid gold like notre dame

I can break a brick on Saint Nicholas into nickel shit

I’m cold as the sniffles, like syphilis you’ll be sick of it

She be in, niggas I be spitting with

Siph is what we hittin with

On the strip we’re getting it

I heard your verses, y’all word ain’t original

You niggas suck like Werthers Originals

With your candy bars, I’m the boarder day

And the man to mar, das


[Hook]


[Verse 2]

Cam said he the best, Ma$e told him he next

If Big L was alive, he prolly say he was fresh

Jae Millz is his man so everyday they connect

I’m reppin the crew name and pull part you except

Backed out in that muzane, blacked out choose plane

Tapped out with my boo thang, strap out, 2 chains

Said she wanna hear Wale, I do it all, shit I don’t hate

I told her home by a mile away

She threw the dome like why wait

I let her play with my nuts though

Socks high, my chucks low

My team hot, it’s just us though

Y’all left the roof not so

Tell the shoot, he must go

He ain’t bullet proof, he ain’t tough yo

I’m in the coupe, I got a tough ho

If I wear suits, with the strucks though

Wassup ho, young fly and getting it

She on me, you on her

Man you want beef cause I’m hittin it

87 I’m whippin it, you drivin it stop fibbin then

This here Rollie, not citizen

4th quarter Kobe, I’m finishing


[Hook]


[Verse 3]

Killer with the bars, killer with the 5th

Your girl in thirst mode, I’ma kill her with this dick

It’s mister most hated, how can I help it

I get you all stuck, like I work at a shelter

I’m at the weekend for allstars and all stars

While I’m seein p in the sky, we all stars

You tryina catch a fade, we letting that torture off

My camp concentrated, no holocaust

You call that woman your wife, shit well we call her toss

You call that nigga big homie, my youngings call him soft

These hoes know we make movies like tarantino

That’s why I fucked everything, from riverside to paladino

Young p we curtlin, smooth as jerkins

No lie, mills been fly since Adrian birth them

I’m the type to smoke a kush fill bomber

And fuck your whole show up, shout out to lil mama


[Hook]