Noble Prophit - Killah Lyrics

Whenever you want gold, you don't find gold on the surface of the earth
You gotta go deep down under the surf, surf, surf, surf, surf
Whenever you want diamonds, you gotta go deep down in the earth to get a diamond
Money hoes, cars and clothes
You n*ggas ain't got no more
'24, I'm 'bout to blow
Me and all my n*ggas know
You don't wanna hear the truth
Wanna hear me lie to you
Make it sound fly to you (Ain't gon' lie with ya)
You don't wanna hear the truth
Wanna hear me lie to you
Make it sound fly to you (Ain't gon' slide with ya)
You don't wanna hear the truth
Wanna hear me lie to you
Make it sound fly to you (Ain't gon' ride with ya)
You don't wanna hear the truth
Wanna hear me lie, make it sound fye (Ain't gon' die with ya)
Money, hoes, and clothes
All these n*ggas know
They don't believe in God
But they'll die for Godby Road
They wanna hear you talk about the trap or selling dope
Or use your baby mama EBT right at the store
I spent my PPP on the gang
Went to the flame
Took off with a waitress in a foreign that match her name
Seeing me, she see class
Whipping in my C class
She let me see that ass
You know I had to kill her
'Cause we want sex, money, murder
What's love when I treat her just like Tina Turner, I wanna
Where the smoke, where the hoes at
Four shots, I'ma crack a n*gga's skull cap I'm feeling like a killer
Everything on me designer
I was through with her last season
You know where to find her
I'm through with that vagina
I don't trust nobody (Not a soul)
You get no love, I want your body, you looking at the killer
Pulling out of you make you a quit without a glove
You relate to when I ate you when we fell in love
Catching feelings through me off (Kill a b*tch)
Felt like I caught a cold and couldn't lose the cough
Keep having to mask up
I lie to you
You lie to me
You said it's only you I love
I told you I agree
Tried to put a leash on me to go outside to pee (Pissing off)
On the way home touching on each other hide and seek (Girl you soft)
Get a grab to eat and a Grabba leaf to drag on weed
You grabbing me 'cause women I have what they need
Spending mucho dinero to get you Sharon Stoned
I be swinging low with you going deeper than baritones
You be wet I breast stroke in you, swim in laps
Rub something sticky on my lips around you never chapped
You the song I sing when I'm stuck in your head and mouth
Anything I spit you swallow it before I'm out
'Cause we want sex, money, murder
What's love when I treat her just like Tina Turner, I wanna
Where the smoke, where the hoes at
Four shots, I'ma crack a n*gga's skull cap I'm feeling like a killer
Everything on me designer
I was through with her last season
You know where to find her
I'm through with that vagina
I don't trust nobody (Not a soul)
You get no love, I want your body, you looking at the killer
Love is the cure of all
But I ain't satisfied until she giving me them draws
I'ma smoke, drink, I'ma ball
Hit her from the back knocking pictures off the wall
You don't want to hear the truth
Want to hear me lie to you
Make it sound fly to you (Ain't gon' ride with ya)
You don't want to hear the truth
Want to hear me lie
Make it sound fye