B.o.B - Damn I'm Killin Em (Snippet) Lyrics
B.o.B Lyrics
Damn I'm Killin Em (Snippet) Lyrics
If anybody Feelin fresh in the building
Take your hand, hold it High to the ceiling, Right now
And say Damn I'm killin 'em
Damn I'm killin 'em
I know they Feelin me now
And if your to fresh in the building
Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling, Right now
And say Damn I'm killin 'em
Damn I'm killin 'em
I know they Feelin me now
And I'm still here With a lifestyle
You would kill fo
Still here with the same shoes that I had on from the get go
Straight out I been down to Georgia
For any of y'all who didn't know
And I'm never that hard to find
Because 4: 20 is my zip code
But back then, couldn't get drunk
Cus back then, I was this broke
That's why I got so many hustlers
Bro man, from the 5th floor
What would you do in the middle of winter
When the sun goes down and it gets cold
Growin up in a house with no stove
No doors, no walls, no windows
And my brother was always fresher
I would go to school in his clothes
When I did go
So that's why now that's the type of
Life that I live for
Comin up, as a young and met some nice, I would?
I would throw up on myself
Cus I was so sick to my stomach
Now I'm the shit
Fix the plumbing
Bare with me y'all
I'm this close
Spent my whole life chasin chips
Where's nabisco
My past memories
I miss those
But hey, all I can say
Is you get what you wish for
If anybody Feelin fresh in the building
Take your hand, hold it High to the ceiling, Right now
And say Damn I'm killin 'em
Damn I'm killin 'em
I know they Feelin me now
And if your to fresh in the building
Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling, Right now
And say Damn I'm killin 'em
Damn I'm killin 'em
I know they Feelin me now
And I'm still here
In a black whip, full of strange clouds
And I'm still here
With the same ting nigga stage now
[?] For the east side
Ain't no thing change
But they bank account
Hand tied when I come round
Cus I'm killin this shit nigga hands down
And I go hard
My passports like a postcard
Give a f*ck if I'm so low
I'll go toe-to-toe
With your whole squad
With a soul of a soldier
But even still
I don't want no part
And no niggas with no hearts
You cocksuckers [?]
Take your hand, hold it High to the ceiling, Right now
And say Damn I'm killin 'em
Damn I'm killin 'em
I know they Feelin me now
And if your to fresh in the building
Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling, Right now
And say Damn I'm killin 'em
Damn I'm killin 'em
I know they Feelin me now
And I'm still here With a lifestyle
You would kill fo
Still here with the same shoes that I had on from the get go
Straight out I been down to Georgia
For any of y'all who didn't know
And I'm never that hard to find
Because 4: 20 is my zip code
But back then, couldn't get drunk
Cus back then, I was this broke
That's why I got so many hustlers
Bro man, from the 5th floor
What would you do in the middle of winter
When the sun goes down and it gets cold
Growin up in a house with no stove
No doors, no walls, no windows
And my brother was always fresher
I would go to school in his clothes
When I did go
So that's why now that's the type of
Life that I live for
Comin up, as a young and met some nice, I would?
I would throw up on myself
Cus I was so sick to my stomach
Now I'm the shit
Fix the plumbing
Bare with me y'all
I'm this close
Spent my whole life chasin chips
Where's nabisco
My past memories
I miss those
But hey, all I can say
Is you get what you wish for
If anybody Feelin fresh in the building
Take your hand, hold it High to the ceiling, Right now
And say Damn I'm killin 'em
Damn I'm killin 'em
I know they Feelin me now
And if your to fresh in the building
Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling, Right now
And say Damn I'm killin 'em
Damn I'm killin 'em
I know they Feelin me now
And I'm still here
In a black whip, full of strange clouds
And I'm still here
With the same ting nigga stage now
[?] For the east side
Ain't no thing change
But they bank account
Hand tied when I come round
Cus I'm killin this shit nigga hands down
And I go hard
My passports like a postcard
Give a f*ck if I'm so low
I'll go toe-to-toe
With your whole squad
With a soul of a soldier
But even still
I don't want no part
And no niggas with no hearts
You cocksuckers [?]
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