Kilo 4 Prez by Elijah Kilo Lyrics
(Yo, uh)
Walked in the room everybody be quiet
Oh my god I almost caused me a riot
20 on the chain, I said, 10 on the rings
And she got a sweet tooth, so I put candy on the frame
City lights is dancin' on her silk skin
That dress tight, the hair right, so let the games begin
She can't even pretend the smoke ain't gettin' to her head
H.A.M. on the clutch, it don't take much for it to jet
Where we goin'?
Shit, anywhere but here, but see the party don't start 'till young Kilo appear, you know who it is
My niggas see the evidence is evident
Walking thru the building like the 1st black president
Barack -arck -arck Rock the whole nation
Put that girl in her placement while that new [?] playing
It's amazin' how all of these doobies is in rotation
And we still ain't fuck up the conversation
Got flows for different occasions, gave each one a name
When I made it, this one called a "French mink suit"
Made a alligata'
Now this the shit you play when you playing with the playa's
And this the shit you swing when you be swingin' with the majors, y'all little niggas little league'in
I said we movin' like the mafia nigga, don't start your car if your oil leakin'. Time is money but the shit I but is timeless, T-minus 30 seconds now don't rewind this
My dialect is retrospect from those who I [?]
Only language I speak to police is silence
Don't take my meditation as kindness, a lot of fake rappers in the booth when I leave I have the 'itis
Her lips taste like my last blunt, oh this yo' girl?
Shit I can't even front, I met her last month
See I'm the shit like past lunch, so all my real pharaohs [?]
Go throw ya [?] up, now everybody else, now ya heads again
And then ask forgiveness for all your sins, cuz all my niggas is
Playin' to win, meanwhile your girls tryna convince you
"Elijah Kilo's just a friend"
Your bitch is just a fan, I gave her a hand, coming up the stairs
She said she need me more then she need air
Then looked at me as if I'm 'posed to care
I kept countin', blowing out the dolo, on a road to heaven
Hope these demons don't pull me ova'
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
Cuz one wrong move? And Beno? He'll put your face in the poster you imposter, run up in su casa
What you expect? I'm just a young city mobster
Elijah Kilo, Dooby, bringing you authentic melodies
So welcome to the 42nd Symphony
Walked in the room everybody be quiet
Oh my god I almost caused me a riot
20 on the chain, I said, 10 on the rings
And she got a sweet tooth, so I put candy on the frame
City lights is dancin' on her silk skin
That dress tight, the hair right, so let the games begin
She can't even pretend the smoke ain't gettin' to her head
H.A.M. on the clutch, it don't take much for it to jet
Where we goin'?
Shit, anywhere but here, but see the party don't start 'till young Kilo appear, you know who it is
My niggas see the evidence is evident
Walking thru the building like the 1st black president
Barack -arck -arck Rock the whole nation
Put that girl in her placement while that new [?] playing
It's amazin' how all of these doobies is in rotation
And we still ain't fuck up the conversation
Got flows for different occasions, gave each one a name
When I made it, this one called a "French mink suit"
Made a alligata'
Now this the shit you play when you playing with the playa's
And this the shit you swing when you be swingin' with the majors, y'all little niggas little league'in
I said we movin' like the mafia nigga, don't start your car if your oil leakin'. Time is money but the shit I but is timeless, T-minus 30 seconds now don't rewind this
My dialect is retrospect from those who I [?]
Only language I speak to police is silence
Don't take my meditation as kindness, a lot of fake rappers in the booth when I leave I have the 'itis
Her lips taste like my last blunt, oh this yo' girl?
Shit I can't even front, I met her last month
See I'm the shit like past lunch, so all my real pharaohs [?]
Go throw ya [?] up, now everybody else, now ya heads again
And then ask forgiveness for all your sins, cuz all my niggas is
Playin' to win, meanwhile your girls tryna convince you
"Elijah Kilo's just a friend"
Your bitch is just a fan, I gave her a hand, coming up the stairs
She said she need me more then she need air
Then looked at me as if I'm 'posed to care
I kept countin', blowing out the dolo, on a road to heaven
Hope these demons don't pull me ova'
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
Cuz one wrong move? And Beno? He'll put your face in the poster you imposter, run up in su casa
What you expect? I'm just a young city mobster
Elijah Kilo, Dooby, bringing you authentic melodies
So welcome to the 42nd Symphony