Luyện nghe bài hát Kill

Ty Dolla

Saturday for niggas
and alcohol
We're satellites for strippers
I'm 187, make that mothafucka pop
'round and 'round we go
Saturday for niggas
Astronauts and
We're satellites for strippers
Runnin' 'round and she go
We got bills to kill
We comin' to the stage next, you know who is
We got dollar bills to
Get your out niggas
Money to in the atmoshphere
I'ma turn it up, you it up
Turn it up, you it up
I it up, you burn 'em up
Murderer,
I you to stay
I'm talkin' 187, make mothafucka pop
I want you to stay, I'm a bill killa
187, that mothafucka pop
I you to stay

5, 10, 20s, I'ma it
Work your way up to them big hunnits
These other hoes been workin' all
You gettin' more that just off me, yeah, yeah, yeah
We both work for this money
I see you hard for me
It no thing, you can take it off
If I keep on drinkin', lose it all

Saturday night for
and alcohol
We're like satellites for
I'm talkin' 187, that mothafucka pop
Runnin' 'round and we go
Saturday for niggas
and alcohol
We're like satellites for
'round and 'round she go
We got dollar to kill
We comin' to the stage next, you who this is
We got bills to kill
Get money out niggas
Money to in the atmosphere
turn it up, you burn it up
Turn it up, you it up
I turn it up, you 'em up
Murderer,
I you to stay
I'm talkin' 187, make that pop
I want you to stay, I'm a bill killa
187, make mothafucka pop
I need you to

My nigga, if these poles could
If the stage grew pole, got up and walked
Gotta these dollars, it can't be an assault
Need your real love, mama, you be in my thoughts
Oh, no
I a ten down in Houston
So I wonder if you can do it
speed it up, heat it up, drop it down, beat it up
Take it off, make it talk, shake it all, make it
ATL, ATM, mama to take it all

Saturday for niggas
Astronauts and
like satellites for strippers
I'm talkin' 187, make that pop
'round and 'round we go
Saturday night for
Astronauts and
We're satellites for strippers
'round and 'round she go
We got dollar bills to
We comin' to the stage next, you who this is
We got dollar to kill
Get your out niggas
Money to in the atmoshphere
I'ma it up, you burn it up
it up, you burn it up
I it up, you burn 'em up
Murderer,
I want you to
I'm talkin' 187, make that pop
I want you to stay, I'm a dollar killa
187, make that pop
I need you to

Just another Saturday
Showtime, I deserve lights
'Cause I work for what I get
Just so I can give my ten
You pay up, pay up or get out
I'm not how you get down
Hope you me in the moment
But I know where I'm
And I'm tryna get through this...

...Saturday night for
Astronauts and
You're satellites for strippers
I'm talkin' 187, make that pop
Runnin' 'round and you go
Saturday for niggas
and alcohol
You're satellites for strippers
Runnin' 'round and I go
I need bills to kill
We to the stage next, you know who this is
You better have dollar bills to
Get your money out
Money to in my atmoshphere
So I'ma it up, burn it up, hey
Turn it up, it up, hey
Turn it up, 'em up, hey
I'm a murderer,
You me to stay
I'm talkin' 187, make that pop
You want me to
187, make mothafucka pop
I want you to

Man girl I made a killin' off these drunk ass niggas
Ayy bruh that was goin' up, man
But damn they had my pole today, I'm sick of this shit
This bitch spilled her mothafuckin' drink on my goddamn
You than a mothafucka, dawg
Next time they better have my shit
'Cause I can't go up in this club
Ayy it's though
You already
I'll get some new ones tomorrow, it
You know the spot poppin'?

No more doin' that shit and tryna go to in the morning
Let's go to the spot

Now it's Sunday mornin' for
Preacher's daughter, water
Be reborn,
'Round and we know
It's like bills to save
it rain on that collection plate
Need a bill to save
Make it rain on that collection
And your dollar bills can
Make it on that collection plate
You made it clap, now take it

You made it clap, now it back

You made it clap, now it back

You it clap, now take it back
Watch it all away
it all wash away
Watch it all away