Borealiz - BILLZ lyrics

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Borealiz - BILLZ lyrics

Borealiz: BAM! I'm Coming through! k**ing kits! Shaka Zu! Shut the mutha what up when I, when I, try to speak to you! I- I- I see you got a nice rep! I'm about to tarnish it! Gotta mark the territory! That's just how we do! You said you gotta hoe but she got a cat and rack? I only stick the stick in what's gon' fix these cataracs! Wrote these sixes on converses, and got blood on my chalk Got finesse when I walk, and devonaire when I talk Chorus: You see the bills?? We gettin' it You see the dough? We countin' it You see this bread?? I'm spendin it Might as well make a hunna sandwiches! Let me count the Bill O'Reilly's! (x's 2) BILLZ! BILLZ! BILLZ! BILLZ! Louii King: Just 2 dope boyz in a cadillac! You a average cat, I'm jus' savage raps I walk up in the bank with the battle axe And ask the god damn teller if my cash is back I need billz to the roof like my cash is stacked Spent my last dollar on a pom pom And I'm on on one! Playin' and one! In long johns so I'm long gone Westside outta Hong Kong! If y'all chickens ain't know about LOUII I gotta whole team! Came for one night As u can see my n***as got groupies I ain't 2 Chainz! I got two brains and i could switch my sh** like this though Pitbulls finna get dough! Rich roll; Raw wicked when i kick, i flow! Better come hard quicker when i spit so I'm a pistol; better yet a missile I done co*k back! I'mma block brat What they talkin bout? This is the rap game in a arm bar! They done wanna war! we on a world tour To the top in a drop top wop pop Still i can't stop til i'm knocked off Clicc clacc Clicc clicc clacc clacc Pop! I told ‘em “meet me in the final four” If its me and you to see who colder, then i'm three below All i know is Grindin! Bill Bill Billz are coming in the mail Flow like i just struck gold on the road but they rather see me in a jail! Fail! Bridge: Might as well make a money sandwich! (x's 4) They try to sit us in place. They try to spit in my face They try to take me to the prison cuz I look out of place Half black, still a Jigga And cuz that I want chicken And cuz that I pull triggers And the court k** me quicker But i better watch my tone before I turn into Travyon! And lemme get this party started! Where the liazon? Now they watch me! NSA! Pour me gla** of Hennesy! Invite all my enemies so I can flaunt these benjamins! Chorus: You see the bills?? We gettin' it You see the dough? We countin' it You see this bread?? I'm spendin it Might as well make a hunna sandwiches! Let me count the Bill O'Reilly's! (x's 2) BILLZ! BILLZ! BILLZ! BILLZ!

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