Boston George - Kilo lyrics

(Intro) Kilo, a kilo, all I ever wanted was a kilo A kilo, oh (a kilo a kilo) a kilo oh (a kilo a kilo) All I ever wanted was a kilo All I ever wanted was a kilo All I ever wanted was a kilo A kilo, a kilo All I ever wanted was a kilo All I ever wanted was a kilo All I ever wanted was a kilo A kilo, a kilo All I ever wanted was a kilo All I ever wanted was a kilo All I ever wanted was a kilo A kilo, a kilo oh (Interlude x2) Met my blunt in the spring We got rich over tha summer We got mixed cold numbers We got mixed cold numbers (Verse) All I ever wanted was a kilo Look at my neck it's subzero I done put so many n***as on I swear to god I got to be a hero Look at my plucky latino Fifty bands fit in these jeans, though Hunid rounds fit in that banana clip While I'm watching the money machines go All I ever wanted was a stash-box Shout out to my n***a Chino Me and my n***as who in dice now I swear it look like a casino I pray to God that he could sing me a plug He send me a mask and His name is Jesus Browl with that choppa, that new Lamborghini I swear to God dead, I'm protectin' my Coupe (Hook) All I ever wanted was a kilo All I ever wanted was a kilo All I ever wanted was a kilo A kilo, a kilo All I ever wanted was a kilo All I ever wanted was a kilo All I ever wanted was a kilo A kilo, a kilo (Interlude x2) Met my blunt in the spring We got rich over tha summer We got mixed cold numbers We got mixed cold numbers (Verse) Meat came through for a six piece I only had four, got my phone for the back girl Plug on the way, n***a whacha ran out? That sooner type o' things, you ain't even gotta answer Said Nate bought that paper, we don't pa** up n***a, while you wait, n***a throw the gas up It's a bad b**h sittin' on the couch For the paper that b**h give an answer All I ever wanted was a kilo d**h in defense and a Ricco My shootaz got roogers, they hunchin' like coogars They shoot ya easy as a freeto All I wanna do is make a come round Talk about bandz, I got a ton of ‘em Di n***a done rape and they really done trap They ache and they fop, I got burn money (Hook) (Interlude x2) Met my blunt in the spring We got rich over tha summer We got mixed cold numbers We got mixed cold numbers (Outro) Went back to Miami where all of my n***as They cost me a couple of kilos That rollie is prezy, the color of yayo They cost me a couple of kilos The lambo is yellow, it cost me some hunnids That equal a buss of the kilo A kilo, shout out my amigo oh