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Drill Gyal – Baby Killa Lyrics
Artist: Drill Gyal
Song: Baby Killa
Ho crimínale che risolvono I miei problemi
Fanno quello que vogliono controllano i sistemi (Grr bap)
Parli e no sai niente, prima di parlare devi ascoltare
Ho comprato il gioco che Giuro che non vuoi giocare
Chiamami regina del drill
Al collo più di cinque Mila, Senza contratto o deal
Tutti gli occhi su una baby killa
Non vogliono la guerra
Ho lasciato mi paese, intern#z#onale
Nel genere la pioniere
Tu troya mad perché è solo locale
Un chilo, due chili, tre chili, lo ho fatto en la trap
Dolce & Gabanna, banna, mi e costato un bap
Il Soldi e Neri Neri, ho fatto il scam
Vеndevo al dettaglio (Ora Faro soldi con rap)
Dior bag and Dior flip flops
Every drip in еvery drop
Philip plein or Hugo Boss
f#ck the cops and f#ck the opps
Non sei drill, b#tch better Stop
Nel portafoglio ho una Glock
Sogno un Lambo ed un Rolls
Perche ho lasciato il Block
Ragazza, Fumo solo hierba di razza
Que pasa, Spendo piu di dieci in vacanza
Zanza, non ho mai venduto droga in piazza
Barça, su una cruceira smoking zaza
Ho criminali che risolvono i miei problemi
Fanno quello che vogliono, controllano i sistemi (Grr Bap)
Parli e non sai niente, prima di parlare devi ascoltare
Ho comprato il gioco, che Giuro che non vuoi giocare
Chiamami regina del drill
Al collo più di cinque mila, Senza contratto o deal
Tutti gli occhi su una baby killa
Non vogliono la guerra
Ho lasciato mi paese, intern#z#onale, Nel genere la pioniere
Tu troya mad perché è solo locale
Sono tutte bad b#tch
Vogliono solo man rich
Fumano solo white heets
Con i tacchi high heels
Senti questo high mix
Dopo ganja bad trip
Sento in strada pezzi drill
Piove gocce fresco drip
Io non ho roba (Roba)
Se parliamo di stuff
Il mio ex
Lui fa sniff snaff
Io non ho roba (Roba)
Se parliamo di stuff
Il mio ex
Lui fa sniff snaff
Parlano tutte fanno gossip qua e là
Non sanno nulla parlano bla bla
Senti questo sound fa flip flop
Non ho only fans sono troppo hot hot
Sono tutte toh toh
Who the f#ck is you?
Quick life gunshot, Ti mostro i tattoo
Business business life style Tempo di freestyle
Song non finisce mai
High life Bye bye
Step by step salgo paragone alla nasa
Non chiedono più cosa faccio ma solo que pasa
Ice on my neck give me a request
Drillo questo flex
Pronta per stare, con te e fare, questo sex
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Drill Gyal – Good
Drill Gyal – Baby Shark
Baby Killa Lyrics – English Translation
I have criminals that solve my problems
They do that they want to check the systems (grr bag)
You speak and not you know anything, before talking you have to listen
I bought the game I swear you don’t want to play
Call me queen of drill
More than five thousand, without a contract or deal in the neck
All eyes on a baby killa
They don’t want war
I left my country, international
In the genre the pioneer
Tu Troya Mad because he is only local
A kilo, two kilos, three kilos, I did the trap
Dolce & Gabanna, Banna, I cost me a Bap
The money and black black, I did the scam
I wanted to detail (now beacon money with rap)
Dior Bag and Dior Flip Flops
Every drip in е
Philip plein or hugo boss
f#ck the Cops and f#ck the Opps
You are not drill, b#tch Better Stop
In the wallet I have a gllock
I dream of a Lambo and a rolls
Because I left the block
Girl, Smoking Only Hierba of Race
Que Pasa, I spend more than ten on vacation
Mosquito, I have never sold drugs in the square
Barça, on a Cruceira Smoking Zaza
I have criminals that solve my problems
They do what they want, control the systems (GRR BAP)
You speak and you don’t know anything, before talking you have to listen
I bought the game, which I swear you don’t want to play
Call me queen of drill
More than five thousand, without a contract or deal in the neck
All eyes on a baby killa
They don’t want war
I left my country, international, in the genre the pioneer
Tu Troya Mad because he is only local
They are all bad b#tch
They only want man Rich
Solo White Heets smoke
With High Heels heels
Look this high mix
After Ganja Bad Trip
I hear Drill pieces on the street
Piove fresh drip drops
I have no stuff (stuff)
If we talk about Stuff
My ex
He makes Sniff Snaff
I have no stuff (stuff)
If we talk about Stuff
My ex
He makes Sniff Snaff
They all talk about gossip here and there
They know nothing about blah blah
Listen this sound does flip flop
I don’t have only fans I’m too hot hot
They are all toh toh
Who the f#ck is you?
Quick Life Gunshot, I show you the tattoos
Business business life style freestyle time
Song never ends
High Life Bye Bye
Step by Step I get a comparison with NASA
They no longer ask what I do but only que patsa
Ice on my neck give me in Request
Drillo this flex
Ready to stay, with you and do, this sex
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Drill Gyal Lyrics – Baby Killa
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Release Year: 2022