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| Name | Eminem - Killer (Remix) (Lyrics) ft. Jack Harlow & Cordae |
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| Video Discription | ♫ Eminem - Killer (Remix) ft. Jack Harlow & Cordae Stream / Download: https://Eminem.lnk.to/KillerRemix • Eminem • • http://eminem.com • http://facebook.com/eminem • http://twitter.com/eminem • http://instagram.com/eminem (Lyrics): [Intro: Eminem & Jack Harlow] (Killer) Yeah I'm a (Boy's crazy), I'm a cold-blooded (Killer) Made all this money from doin' this (Yeah, look) d.a. got that dope [Chorus: Eminem] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drip— [Verse 1: Jack Harlow] I used to rock a toboggan Headphones around my neck, tryna be like Shady Now the phone that's in my pocket seem to keep vibratin' I got all these Ronnie Bennetts tryna be my baby Tryna fiancé me I'm eatin' pizza in Little Italy, damn, I used to hit Caesars She 'bout to finish, but wait a minute, it gets deeper Same kid just a bit sleeker [Chorus: Eminem & Cordae] Yeah, now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it (Listen, uh) [Verse 2: Cordae] They say my killing's horrendous, "How he still in the business?" Rich as hell and it's feelin' tremendous Ma dukes chillin' in Venice, compliments of her eldest descendant Give hell with these writtens, this shit only propel my ascension I held my position in any situation that's needed This year I'm shittin' on niggas for the way we was treated I see the impact of all my creations increasin' Just watch my moves with this next album, nigga [Chorus: Eminem] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me [Verse 3: Eminem] My sentences are harsh, every single's bar's like a verdict I say it with conviction, but this time you're not gonna serve it But as soon as I read it, you know that you're about to get murdered When I cap, it'll punish, then put you in a box like a juror (Haha) If there's a rapper I haven't ate (Where?) We ain't battled, either that or they won't collaborate 'Cause pad or paper freestyle will settle that debate (Yup) I call it guillotine style 'cause even off the head, I decapitate Yeah, bitch, I go harder than Carter III (What?) But I think your thottie just thought of me Got a castle with a solid gold floor (What?) No I don't, I don't even got a boat nor Do I got a chauffeur, but a lot to show for You don't wanna fuck around and start no war (Nah) Twenty more years, I could probably go for Just like your lip and you got a cold sore My shit is like motherfuckin' herpes You ain't ever gonna say I don't got it no more (Bitch) Literally it's no quittin' me, you kiddin' me? Dying laughing is the only way you're killing me I'm getting rid of ya, get clapped like chlamydia The wittiest, bitch, I'll snap like a tibia You wanna get silly with the bars? I'm frivolous But I'm as gritty and litty as my city is East side 'til I die, bitch, I will rep 'til the end like a chameleon Got a killer instinct with the pen's ink and they're in sync like a faucet How the fuck do I even think of this ridiculous shit? I'm a quarter of a century deep and I can't be beat (Nah) 'Til the day me and the grim reap meet, I'm ten toes down 'til I'm six feet deep (What?) Windows down in the Benz E jeep hollerin' at a bimbo, beep-beep-beep She said she fucks with the M-T-B to the M-B: Side B Slim CD I can see why you envy me, you get no ass like an empty seat (Haha) So this shit comes with a warning for all of you punks and you corny Little fucks, I woke up on my fuck shit this morning [Chorus: Eminem] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me [Outro: Eminem & Jack Harlow] Yeah, I'm a (Killer) Yeah, I'm a what? I'm a cold-blooded (Killer) Tags: Killer Remix Lyrics Eminem Killer Remix Jack Harlow Killer Remix Killer Remix Jack Harlow Eminem Killer Remix Lyrics Killer Remix Eminem Jack Harlow Lyrics Eminem Lyrics Killer Remix #Eminem #KillerRemix #Lyrics Contact: droppinglyricsvibe@gmail.com |
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