Delirium by KILO VEGA Lyrics
[Intro: Reggie Kilo]
1,2 Kilo comin for you
3,4 Betta lock your door
5,6 Grab a crucifix
7,8 Betta stay awake
[Hook: Reggie Kilo]
Hollywood hoes and award shows
Tiptoein on my Jawdins, yeah the black toes
They from Atmos, how do that go?
Does it even numb the pain? gimme dat hoe
[Verse 1: Reggie Kilo]
Jus a lil weed and some whisky then we good for the night
Plus we goin all out, bitch have a safe flight
So much wrongs in the room, everything'll turn right
Big ol' blunt in my hand, betta give me a light
It be runnin on my mind bitch, everyday
I've been runnin for a while now, Cirque du Soleil
They be sippin on the syrup, got nothing to say
Wakin up the next morning, I be tunin to Sway
Place your bets on the table, I got nothing to lose
So much drugs on the table, we got so much to choose
Pesos, dracos, Euros and the same hoes
Get paid so, these lameos get the fuckin lame hoes
[Verse 2: Reggie Kilo]
Get the seat back, shit reclining when you fuck me good
She asked me, did I pull out? Yeah I did, reassured
Polo hat with the shoes and the same shades on
Get the fuck out 'fore the police finna spray on
[Bridge: Reggie Kilo]
Chittin chattin
Shit I’m askin, is we smashin?
Bout to have it
Blickin blangin, now we crashing
You a savage
Bout it bout it, what it do?
Pop n lockin
Come on in, how bout u?
[Hook: Reggie Kilo]
Hollywood hoes and award shows
Tiptoein on my Jawdins, yeah the black toes
They from Atmos, how do that go?
Does it even numb the pain? gimme dat hoe
1,2 Kilo comin for you
3,4 Betta lock your door
5,6 Grab a crucifix
7,8 Betta stay awake
[Hook: Reggie Kilo]
Hollywood hoes and award shows
Tiptoein on my Jawdins, yeah the black toes
They from Atmos, how do that go?
Does it even numb the pain? gimme dat hoe
[Verse 1: Reggie Kilo]
Jus a lil weed and some whisky then we good for the night
Plus we goin all out, bitch have a safe flight
So much wrongs in the room, everything'll turn right
Big ol' blunt in my hand, betta give me a light
It be runnin on my mind bitch, everyday
I've been runnin for a while now, Cirque du Soleil
They be sippin on the syrup, got nothing to say
Wakin up the next morning, I be tunin to Sway
Place your bets on the table, I got nothing to lose
So much drugs on the table, we got so much to choose
Pesos, dracos, Euros and the same hoes
Get paid so, these lameos get the fuckin lame hoes
[Verse 2: Reggie Kilo]
Get the seat back, shit reclining when you fuck me good
She asked me, did I pull out? Yeah I did, reassured
Polo hat with the shoes and the same shades on
Get the fuck out 'fore the police finna spray on
[Bridge: Reggie Kilo]
Chittin chattin
Shit I’m askin, is we smashin?
Bout to have it
Blickin blangin, now we crashing
You a savage
Bout it bout it, what it do?
Pop n lockin
Come on in, how bout u?
[Hook: Reggie Kilo]
Hollywood hoes and award shows
Tiptoein on my Jawdins, yeah the black toes
They from Atmos, how do that go?
Does it even numb the pain? gimme dat hoe