tabi Bonney feat. Pusha T, “Make a Killin'” (Lyrics + MP3)

19 Oct

This falls into the category of “Nah, this is dope Google doesn’t care about; I just wanted to write the lyrics down.” And if you have any idea who this Arsenal guy who produced the track is, let me know. It’s ill.

Download the full MP3 via Nah or Pusha’s vers. Lyrics after the jump.

Lyrics:

Arsenal!

(tabi Bonney)

(Yeah!)
(Yeah!)
(Yeah!)
(Yeah!) (Mmmhmm!)

Eff tryna make a livin’
I’m tryna make a killin’
Body everything
And make a ma’fuckin’ million

I’m tryna make a killin’
I’m tryna make a killin’
Body everything
(Everything, everything) (Mmmhmm!)

Won’t ever catch me slippin’, 1990 Pistons
Six gears shiftin’, and you can’t close the distance (Nah)
My drive’s relentless, my whole team committed
I’m back in business (We back), my London office wicked
Bonney one-way gettin’ it, this money is nutritious
I’m lickin’ green clean off the plate, ya, no dishes
I came to win, I don’t do pretend
And you don’t need to like me, I don’t need no more new friends
I suppose now I’m jumpin’ out the gym
Outta here, outer space, like damn
Can’t they see we gone? Damn, I guess not
I’m far from the block, just cut the TV on

(Yeah!)
(Yeah!)
(Yeah!)
(Yeah!) (Mmmhmm!)

Eff tryna make a livin’
I’m tryna make a killin’
Body everything
And make a ma’fuckin’ million

I’m tryna make a killin’
I’m tryna make a killin’
Body everything
(Everything, everything) (Mmmhmm!)

(Yeah!)
(Yeah!)
(Yeah!)
(Yeah!) (Mmmhmm!)

(Pusha T)

I’m here to catch a body, no maybes or no probablys
I’m puttin’ on a show tonight, my nigga, “La Di Da Di”
That means I’m ballin’ hard, that means the court is ours
That means that waitress bringin’ bottles that are overcharged
She see us burnin’ money, the Burnin’ Money Brothers
She burn her morals, let the family fuck behind each other
That shit ain’t nothin’ new, we buy handbags and shoes
That money comin’ way too fast and that’s what ballers do
We sittin’ ringside (Side), in them mink hides (Hides)
We watch the fight, they watchin’ us, the chains is king size
Your doors just open up, my doors is pointin’ up
It’s like that Lamborghini tellin’ you in God we trust
It’s only God we fear, we know the Feds is near
We know you snitches tellin’ everything you see and hear
But still we keep a-flossin’, them kilos keep a-tossin’
We gonna show it, nigga, blow it ’til we hit the coffin

(Yeah!)
(Yeah!)
(Yeah!)
(Yeah!) (Mmmhmm!)

Eff tryna make a livin’
I’m tryna make a killin’
Body everything
And make a ma’fuckin’ million

I’m tryna make a killin’
I’m tryna make a killin’
Body everything
(Everything, everything) (Mmmhmm!)

(Yeah!)
(Yeah!)
(Yeah!)
(Yeah!) (Mmmhmm!)

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