D-WHY - Kill Me Now Lyrics
[Verse 1: D-WHY]They say that life can be a *****, so can my main chickShe always keeps it real, ironic that she got fake titsShe like my style, she love the hair, said I remind her of Johnny CashD, you be killin' 'em everyday, you should start wearing more blackI'm showin' up, I'm showin' off, she showin' out, I showed her howI showed her in, I showed her down, now I gotta show her how to slow it downGot a little purse, got a little dog, got a little attitude, a nice fashion senseI had to put her in timeout...cause she the baddest *****My coffee black, my chick white, that coupe red, that light greenMy haters blue, that purple stuff, her pink lips, that brown drinkI let 'em know, then let 'em go, got a weakness for them yellow bonesAnd if she like her white boys, tell Rihanna please hit up my phoneY'all can't compete with a young mother*****erShout out to your moms, I'm a young mother*****erA wise man told me, "gotta fake it 'til you make it"I'm a do like Makavelli, I'm a make it 'til I fake it[Hook: D-WHY]Kill me now, I'm so fresh I could dieHope you feel me now, dressing good, living rightBury me alive, cause my outfit's suicideI'm so fresh I could die, man I put that on my lifeKill me now, kill me now, honestly I can't take itKill me now, kill me now, it's gon' make me more famousKill me now, kill me now, shout out the people that I came withYou should see their faces, look momma I made it, kill me now[Verse 2: Casey Veggies]Young ho killa', rockin' chinchilla, swag worth a milli, run the whole cityBuilt it from the ground, find your sound, cause I got mine and this shit's so flyI don't even know how I get so high, I'm on my grind and I just rolled byGeeked up, in the discrete truck, and the trees tucked and my seat upMy feet up, I'm too good, I'm Hollywood, but I'm too hoodShe molly wood and she staying up, I'm pulling up and I'm paying upWalk in the store and ain't saying much, don't talk to her if she playing upI drop her off at the metro bus, and beat it up like a metronomeIn a special zone that won't break, like a special homie that won't hateShe feel me now, you can kill me now, when I was younger I was a special childNow I'm older and I'm bolder, and I put her to sleep like potionsAnd I wake her up like Folgers, and we sailing out to the oceansAnd I swim good, I win good, I lose some, but I fake noneShe in a two-door with that loud bumpin' that Veggies in her systemDamn, yea, yea that man, come through like damnYea, I do my thing like damn, man[Hook][Verse 3: D-WHY]Riding in that Beamer, thinking this could be my last tripFeelin' like I'm Pac, except my Suge is a bad *****No Death Row, just kill me, no I.O.U.'s, just bill me nowI been around, you was around, I'm still around, you feel me nowOh man ain't that life, ain't that nice, ain't that right, oh man, ain't you left, behindI'm a go 'til my death, real hood like I'm from the projectsGet it how you live, I'm a Hot Boy, on top boy, God bless youActing real Juvenile, asking, "what would Manny Fresh do?"My new bad ***** look exactly like your sisterMet her at a show and she asked me for a pictureThen took off her shirt and asked if I would kiss herI said, "what about your brother?" She said, "he's a *****ing loser"I'm just killin' 'em, I'm playing shit, my latest shit, my greatest shitMy mixtapes gon' be albums, and my albums gon' be greatest hitsGod damn, I'll kneel down, just crown me now and watch me ruleAssassinate the young king and have six bad *****es guard my tomb[Hook][Outro: D-WHY]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahSwag, swag, swag, swagKill me now, I'm so fresh I could dieHope you feel me now, dressing good, living rightBury me alive, cause my outfit's suicideI'm so fresh I could die, man I put that on my life
