Kiki by Killah Threat Lyrics
Album: Rage & Serenity
UPC: 859722965704
ISRC: TCADJ1703546
Song Title: Kiki ft. Young Black, Sycho Branlez, Kaveli L. & Rah G
Writers: Tracy Moore Jr, Clarence Taylor, Alexander Parks, Charles Shaw, Gerodney Meeks
Artists: Killah Threat, Young Black, Sycho Branlez, Kaveli L. & Rah G
Producers: Killah Threat Productions
Mastering: Tracys Mastering Service
Label: Thoroughbred Ent STL
Published 11/20/2017
Verse 1: Young Black (first 8 bars)
In the hood we call her Kiki
Sexy lil chocolate thang she used to sell CDs
But one thing about her, she liked to get high
When she had no money she sold pussy on the side
She got three kids, three baby daddies her life is a mess
She stressed out live in the Lou, up in the projects
Had dreams about being a nurse, when she was up in school
But now at days she roaming the blocc lookin’ like a damn fool
Verse 1: Sycho Branlez (last 8 bars)
These bitches wanna see they dreams
I serve a mickey to that bitch I like the way she lean
I tell that dope to stir itself don’t wanna flicc her jeans
This D I throw even her moms I guess it in her genes
She wore the demin her ass was poking out the fuckin’ seams
But lately lady you been vulgar you ain’t erase a thing
Be actin’ like I got that hook up or that cook up clean
Don’t act like I can’t let me fucc after I comp a swing
Chorus: Kaveli L
Dis bitch keep yelling she wanna talk, hope it ain’t cuz she late
Cuz bitch I ain’t your fuccin baby daddy, if he ain’t
And he and he and he ain’t
And he and he and he ain’t
And he and he and he ain’t
Don’t give no fucc what she say
Dis bitch keep yelling she wanna talk, hope it ain’t cuz she late
Cuz bitch I ain’t your fuccin baby daddy, if he ain’t
Can’t tell me what I know already
Your daughters a ho already
Eighteen and she go already
Mo truck and her flow is heavy
Verse 2: Kaveli L. (first 8 bars)
I ain’t yo baby or your baby daddy
But for some strange reason I make you happy
In the bedroom I’ll take you gladly
Got no problem breakin’ baccs in
But you gotta problem takin’ facts in
And I gotta problem tellin’ lies
They ask me and I tell em why
I didn’t wanna make that baby cry
But she did cause she can’t have me
Dumb bitch ain’t gone stab me
She just got souped up last week
I Just wanna spread them ass cheeks
And I did that and she wanna hit back
Cuz her feelings in it, quit that
And that’s fucced up about E.J
Cuz he and he and he ain’t your baby daddy
Verse 2: Rah G (last 8 bars)
She say I’m her favorite rapper
She say that she three weeks, and I might be her baby daddy
If I wife her it’ll make her happy
Most likely we ain’t get married
This hoe was so trifling she fucced wit Black and my nicca Kaveli
She say that she pregnant but I’m bout to hang up
It’s money over bitches cause I’m all bout that paper
And no I can’t date cha, date cha, date cha
So I’ll call you later, later, later, huh
Chorus: Kaveli L
Dis bitch keep yelling she wanna talk, hope it ain’t cuz she late
Cuz bitch I ain’t your fuccin baby daddy, if he ain’t
And he and he and he ain’t
And he and he and he ain’t
And he and he and he ain’t
Don’t give no fucc what she say
Dis bitch keep yelling she wanna talk, hope it ain’t cuz she late
Cuz bitch I ain’t your fuccin baby daddy, if he ain’t
Can’t tell me what I know already
Your daughters a ho already
Eighteen and she go already
Mo truck and her flow is heavy
Verse 3: Killah Threat
Just got done wit a show and baby girl said she wants to sneak a peak
She said don’t worry bout nothing because she got a room across the street
She wanna show me how she buss it thinkin’ I would love her in between the sheets
Smackin’ on her booty meat as she’s kissing all on me
Now momma was a freak a leak and I wanted a tip drill
Pull me up to the room I’m blowing blunts she poppin’ Ny Quils
Pulling down my pants, with my piece dead in her hands
She wanted to be more than just a friend cause she my number one fan
Now when the one night stand ended, she was all up in the bed and was twitching
I said it was nice but now I’m finished, and I hope that your feeling splendid
I, I banged it so hard that I don’t think that her hips intact
And I think she special so I’m glad I had the jimmy hat
Now, now two weeks later she must of thought that I would save her
She’s thinkin’ that she’s pregnant by me doing her a favor
She said if I don’t claim it she will take it to the T.V
And I start laughing at Kiki eating kiwi, like hoe please
Chorus: Kaveli L
Dis bitch keep yelling she wanna talk, hope it ain’t cuz she late
Cuz bitch I ain’t your fuccin baby daddy, if he ain’t
And he and he and he ain’t
And he and he and he ain’t
And he and he and he ain’t
Don’t give no fucc what she say
Dis bitch keep yelling she wanna talk, hope it ain’t cuz she late
Cuz bitch I ain’t your fuccin baby daddy, if he ain’t
Can’t tell me what I know already
Your daughters a ho already
Eighteen and she go already
Mo truck and her flow is heavy
UPC: 859722965704
ISRC: TCADJ1703546
Song Title: Kiki ft. Young Black, Sycho Branlez, Kaveli L. & Rah G
Writers: Tracy Moore Jr, Clarence Taylor, Alexander Parks, Charles Shaw, Gerodney Meeks
Artists: Killah Threat, Young Black, Sycho Branlez, Kaveli L. & Rah G
Producers: Killah Threat Productions
Mastering: Tracys Mastering Service
Label: Thoroughbred Ent STL
Published 11/20/2017
Verse 1: Young Black (first 8 bars)
In the hood we call her Kiki
Sexy lil chocolate thang she used to sell CDs
But one thing about her, she liked to get high
When she had no money she sold pussy on the side
She got three kids, three baby daddies her life is a mess
She stressed out live in the Lou, up in the projects
Had dreams about being a nurse, when she was up in school
But now at days she roaming the blocc lookin’ like a damn fool
Verse 1: Sycho Branlez (last 8 bars)
These bitches wanna see they dreams
I serve a mickey to that bitch I like the way she lean
I tell that dope to stir itself don’t wanna flicc her jeans
This D I throw even her moms I guess it in her genes
She wore the demin her ass was poking out the fuckin’ seams
But lately lady you been vulgar you ain’t erase a thing
Be actin’ like I got that hook up or that cook up clean
Don’t act like I can’t let me fucc after I comp a swing
Chorus: Kaveli L
Dis bitch keep yelling she wanna talk, hope it ain’t cuz she late
Cuz bitch I ain’t your fuccin baby daddy, if he ain’t
And he and he and he ain’t
And he and he and he ain’t
And he and he and he ain’t
Don’t give no fucc what she say
Dis bitch keep yelling she wanna talk, hope it ain’t cuz she late
Cuz bitch I ain’t your fuccin baby daddy, if he ain’t
Can’t tell me what I know already
Your daughters a ho already
Eighteen and she go already
Mo truck and her flow is heavy
Verse 2: Kaveli L. (first 8 bars)
I ain’t yo baby or your baby daddy
But for some strange reason I make you happy
In the bedroom I’ll take you gladly
Got no problem breakin’ baccs in
But you gotta problem takin’ facts in
And I gotta problem tellin’ lies
They ask me and I tell em why
I didn’t wanna make that baby cry
But she did cause she can’t have me
Dumb bitch ain’t gone stab me
She just got souped up last week
I Just wanna spread them ass cheeks
And I did that and she wanna hit back
Cuz her feelings in it, quit that
And that’s fucced up about E.J
Cuz he and he and he ain’t your baby daddy
Verse 2: Rah G (last 8 bars)
She say I’m her favorite rapper
She say that she three weeks, and I might be her baby daddy
If I wife her it’ll make her happy
Most likely we ain’t get married
This hoe was so trifling she fucced wit Black and my nicca Kaveli
She say that she pregnant but I’m bout to hang up
It’s money over bitches cause I’m all bout that paper
And no I can’t date cha, date cha, date cha
So I’ll call you later, later, later, huh
Chorus: Kaveli L
Dis bitch keep yelling she wanna talk, hope it ain’t cuz she late
Cuz bitch I ain’t your fuccin baby daddy, if he ain’t
And he and he and he ain’t
And he and he and he ain’t
And he and he and he ain’t
Don’t give no fucc what she say
Dis bitch keep yelling she wanna talk, hope it ain’t cuz she late
Cuz bitch I ain’t your fuccin baby daddy, if he ain’t
Can’t tell me what I know already
Your daughters a ho already
Eighteen and she go already
Mo truck and her flow is heavy
Verse 3: Killah Threat
Just got done wit a show and baby girl said she wants to sneak a peak
She said don’t worry bout nothing because she got a room across the street
She wanna show me how she buss it thinkin’ I would love her in between the sheets
Smackin’ on her booty meat as she’s kissing all on me
Now momma was a freak a leak and I wanted a tip drill
Pull me up to the room I’m blowing blunts she poppin’ Ny Quils
Pulling down my pants, with my piece dead in her hands
She wanted to be more than just a friend cause she my number one fan
Now when the one night stand ended, she was all up in the bed and was twitching
I said it was nice but now I’m finished, and I hope that your feeling splendid
I, I banged it so hard that I don’t think that her hips intact
And I think she special so I’m glad I had the jimmy hat
Now, now two weeks later she must of thought that I would save her
She’s thinkin’ that she’s pregnant by me doing her a favor
She said if I don’t claim it she will take it to the T.V
And I start laughing at Kiki eating kiwi, like hoe please
Chorus: Kaveli L
Dis bitch keep yelling she wanna talk, hope it ain’t cuz she late
Cuz bitch I ain’t your fuccin baby daddy, if he ain’t
And he and he and he ain’t
And he and he and he ain’t
And he and he and he ain’t
Don’t give no fucc what she say
Dis bitch keep yelling she wanna talk, hope it ain’t cuz she late
Cuz bitch I ain’t your fuccin baby daddy, if he ain’t
Can’t tell me what I know already
Your daughters a ho already
Eighteen and she go already
Mo truck and her flow is heavy