Stone Cold Killa Lyrics

[Chorus]
She's a bedroom thriller a real bone chilla
She got bread on her mind she gon blow that scrilla
Look you dead in they eyes
And she'll pull that trigger
There ain't no one realer
She's a stone cold killa

She's a stone cold killa (stone cold killa)
She's a stone cold killa (stone cold killa)
She's a stone cold killa (stone cold killa)
She's a stone cold killa (stone cold killa)

[Verse 1]
Put a couple hundred in your bank
Plus a couple twenties in your tank
Sephora on your face like warpaint
You want everything I want but tour dates
Tryna hit the studio in Burbank
Take you from the rodeo to Rodeo
Gotta pop your cherry with the burberry
Turn up every night to turn life into a fairy tale
Why you always gotta try to fight this?
You said I'm the one you want to do life with
You know ain't nobody else quite like me
Even when I'm on a Youtube type beat
You know I'd never call you psycho
But all the pretty ones lil crazy
Hammer cocked back with a bullet in the barrel
Yup that's my baby (that's my)

[Pre-Chorus]
Wam bam thank you ma'am damn
If it ain't a hundred grand she ain't rocking with the band
Click clack bang think she did it for the gram damn
Ya'll can't understand

[Chorus]
She's a bedroom thriller a real bone chilla
She got bread on her mind she gon blow that scrilla
Look you dead in they eyes
And she'll pull that trigger
There ain't no one realer She's a stone cold killa

She's a stone cold killa (stone cold killa)
She's a stone cold killa (stone cold killa)
She's a stone cold killa (stone cold killa)
She's a stone cold killa (stone cold killa)

[Verse 2]
Semi-automatic weapon pop a double shot and shorty kinda lit
How do those pants even fit?
Too much ammo in the clip
She said welll play me your shit
I'm talking by only the hits
I said I got a couple of those
She said I don't f*ck with the flow
She ain't nothing but a 12 gauge shot
Aye woah there Kemosabe
Baby give it a rest for I invest in a bulletproof vest
Let's simmer down baby cool your jets
I'm just tryna find solid ground
Before you pop off with a couple rounds
Ay now no need for the bark and bite
You got the wrong guy better get your target right

[Pre-Chorus]
Wam bam thank you ma'am damn
If it ain't a hundred grand she ain't rocking with the band
Click clack bang think she did it for the gram damn
Ya'll can't understand

[Chorus]
She's a bedroom thriller a real bone chilla
She got bread on her mind she gon blow that scrilla
Look you dead in they eyes
And she'll pull that trigger
There ain't no one realer
She's a stone cold killa

She's a stone cold killa (stone cold killa)
She's a stone cold killa (stone cold killa)
She's a stone cold killa (stone cold killa)
She's a stone cold killa (stone cold killa)

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