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KILLY - RICK BOOTS Lyrics
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(FREAKEY, FREAKEY)
I cannot keep these voices out my head (gang)
I can't
I cannot keep these voices

I can't, yeah, I can't (what?)
Keep these voices out my head
Just tryna see shit through my lens (shit, what?)
They turnt they back, left me for dead

Yeah, we ride through (yeah, yeah, yeah), change the weather, shit, Killy typhoon (what?)
Know they wan' take out my soul 'cause they tried to (yoo)
I put lightning on my wrist (yes) like a Raichu (yeah)
Think I might just love the bitch, she wanna rage too (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, rager)
Twenty milligram her lip, she smoke haze too (twenty)
Yeah, our diamonds don't bite the same, this a sabretooth (hey, hey)
Yeah, of course I play for keeps, you think I play to lose?
Yeah, I'm rollin' in the deep, I'm off a 30 too (two)
Broski told me, "Flood the streets," I just said, "True" (what?)
Don't even need check receipts, we scam and swipe too (hello)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (hol' up), yeah (yeah)
Get these voices out my head (yeah)

I can't, yeah, I can't (what?)
Keep these voices out my head
Just tryna see shit through my lens (shit, what?)
They turnt they back, left me for dead

Rick boots, size ten (Ricky), they untied too (what?)
If you forgot who I am, I'll remind you (Killy, yeah)
Mister say my name three times, pop up behind you (hello)
I can't lie, sometimes I have to wipe my eyes too (yeah, yeah)
Got a whole lot (what?) in these rick pants (yeah)
And dead presidents (yeah), runnin' through my hands (yeah)
Hope the coupe don't crash (crash), hope the high gon' last (what?)
If they wan' send shots (brr), we can grrt right back (yeah, yeah)

I can't, yeah, I can't (what?)
Keep these voices out my head
Just tryna see shit through my lens (shit, what?)
They turnt they back, left me for dead
I can't, yeah, I can't (what?)
Keep these voices out my head
Just tryna see shit through my lens (shit, what?)
They turnt they back, left me for dead (ooh)
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(FREAKEY, FREAKEY)
I cannot keep these voices out my head (gang)
I can't
I cannot keep these voices

I can't, yeah, I can't (what?)
Keep these voices out my head
Just tryna see shit through my lens (shit, what?)
They turnt they back, left me for dead

Yeah, we ride through (yeah, yeah, yeah), change the weather, shit, Killy typhoon (what?)
Know they wan' take out my soul 'cause they tried to (yoo)
I put lightning on my wrist (yes) like a Raichu (yeah)
Think I might just love the bitch, she wanna rage too (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, rager)
Twenty milligram her lip, she smoke haze too (twenty)
Yeah, our diamonds don't bite the same, this a sabretooth (hey, hey)
Yeah, of course I play for keeps, you think I play to lose?
Yeah, I'm rollin' in the deep, I'm off a 30 too (two)
Broski told me, "Flood the streets," I just said, "True" (what?)
Don't even need check receipts, we scam and swipe too (hello)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (hol' up), yeah (yeah)
Get these voices out my head (yeah)

I can't, yeah, I can't (what?)
Keep these voices out my head
Just tryna see shit through my lens (shit, what?)
They turnt they back, left me for dead

Rick boots, size ten (Ricky), they untied too (what?)
If you forgot who I am, I'll remind you (Killy, yeah)
Mister say my name three times, pop up behind you (hello)
I can't lie, sometimes I have to wipe my eyes too (yeah, yeah)
Got a whole lot (what?) in these rick pants (yeah)
And dead presidents (yeah), runnin' through my hands (yeah)
Hope the coupe don't crash (crash), hope the high gon' last (what?)
If they wan' send shots (brr), we can grrt right back (yeah, yeah)

I can't, yeah, I can't (what?)
Keep these voices out my head
Just tryna see shit through my lens (shit, what?)
They turnt they back, left me for dead
I can't, yeah, I can't (what?)
Keep these voices out my head
Just tryna see shit through my lens (shit, what?)
They turnt they back, left me for dead (ooh)
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Writer: Omar Guetfa, Hans-Michael Dary Nereus, Khalil Tatem
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