Kill Em - Ricky Blaze, Jim Jones

She don’t got nothing on you

She don’t got nothing on you

So fuck them other bitches, baby

She don’t got nothing on you

She don’t got nothing on you

So kill em, kill em

Shown up bag and the shoes match

Does she got stacks, does she got stacks

Car outside and it’s paid for

Does she got facts, does she got facts

No dudes in payin around her no mind, her no mind

So she just wanna live her life, live her life

Body and shape, so you winning

And nothing ain’t fake, yeah that ass

You got that cake, cake, cake, cake, cake

Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake

So blow your killers out and kill em

She don’t got nothing on you

She don’t got nothing on you

So fuck them other bitches, baby

She don’t got nothing on you

She don’t got nothing on you

So kill em, kill em, kill em

Kill em, kill em, kill em, kill em

Kill em, kill em, kill em, kill em

Kill em, kill em, kill em, kill em

Kill em, kill em, kill em, kill em

She caked up like animax, I’m caked up like benjamins

A lot of dudes can’t afford this

Cause baby girl shoes cost mortgage

Body look good like she got a trainer

Let her body be the canvas I’ma be the painter

So I can hit her with my boski out

And I put her out to sleep like paki out

Killer dead want a7, the devil wears prada but I wanna make heaven

Bad girl and a good purse

That bitch had niggas in the hood thirst

Seen that bitch brings whips to the hood first

If I hit that, good work

She gonn come back, run back

And tell me you don’t want that

She don’t got nothing on you

She don’t got nothing on you

So fuck them other bitches, baby

She don’t got nothing on you

She don’t got nothing on you

So kill em, kill em, kill em

Kill em, kill em, kill em, kill em

Kill em, kill em, kill em, kill em

Kill em, kill em, kill em, kill em

Kill em, kill em, kill em, kill em