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Iftk Video (MV)




Performed By: $ammy$keleton
Language: English
Length: 2:05
Written by: Sam Naylor




$ammy$keleton - Iftk Lyrics
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Goin in for that kill trynna make a mill
In the belly of the beast eat it up like Thanksgiving day feast
Watch them body drop like rain I'm a storm Cloud fillin yo drain
Gas strong that's Popeye too fly call me magpie
And my trumpet dumb thumpin got shit Bumpin like
Bragging n boastin shit so emotionless
Whip fast got me motion sick
And my girl bad too with a rad tatto
Y'all rats call you Ratatouille
And I got that slugger like my name was Louie
Bag Vuitton with the rolls like tootsie
In the back with a two piece and for that my Bag is Gucci
WOAH
30 band 100 band runnin man
And we gun yo man with the slight of hand
WOO
Black ops two perks puttin in work for the Rent that's due f*ck who you KNEW
No obstacle Kim possible I'm unstoppable
Ride or role with one in the hole n my aim Phenomenal got many man wit weapon in my Arsenal
Cause I'm goin in for the kill, in for the kill yeah in for the kill WOO
And my trumpet dumb thumpin got shit Bumping like
Goin in for that kill trynna make a mill
In the belly of the beast eat it up like Thanksgiving day feast
Watch them body drop like rain I'm a storm Cloud fillin yo drain
Gas strong that's Popeye too fly call me magpie
And my trumpet dumb thumpin got shit Bumpin like
WOAH
WOAH
WOAH
Whips on tha roll, ready to go, call my phone I'm like hell no
On tha roll, ready to go, call my phone I'm like hell no
On tha roll, ready to go, call my phone I'm like hell no
On tha roll, ready to go, call my phone I'm like
WOO
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Goin in for that kill trynna make a mill
In the belly of the beast eat it up like Thanksgiving day feast
Watch them body drop like rain I'm a storm Cloud fillin yo drain
Gas strong that's Popeye too fly call me magpie
And my trumpet dumb thumpin got shit Bumpin like
Bragging n boastin shit so emotionless
Whip fast got me motion sick
And my girl bad too with a rad tatto
Y'all rats call you Ratatouille
And I got that slugger like my name was Louie
Bag Vuitton with the rolls like tootsie
In the back with a two piece and for that my Bag is Gucci
WOAH
30 band 100 band runnin man
And we gun yo man with the slight of hand
WOO
Black ops two perks puttin in work for the Rent that's due f*ck who you KNEW
No obstacle Kim possible I'm unstoppable
Ride or role with one in the hole n my aim Phenomenal got many man wit weapon in my Arsenal
Cause I'm goin in for the kill, in for the kill yeah in for the kill WOO
And my trumpet dumb thumpin got shit Bumping like
Goin in for that kill trynna make a mill
In the belly of the beast eat it up like Thanksgiving day feast
Watch them body drop like rain I'm a storm Cloud fillin yo drain
Gas strong that's Popeye too fly call me magpie
And my trumpet dumb thumpin got shit Bumpin like
WOAH
WOAH
WOAH
Whips on tha roll, ready to go, call my phone I'm like hell no
On tha roll, ready to go, call my phone I'm like hell no
On tha roll, ready to go, call my phone I'm like hell no
On tha roll, ready to go, call my phone I'm like
WOO
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Writer: Sam Naylor
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