KILLING THEM (feat. Erda)
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Hey, Miss Fatty, Fatty, you a Murder
Ganz sicher, dass du schon von mir gehört hast
Hey, Miss Fatty, Fatty, you a Murder
Keiner hat das Feuer, so wie Erda
Girl, you be killing 'em, you be killing 'em
Girl, you be killing 'em, you be killing 'em
Girl, you be killing 'em, you be killing 'em
Girl, you be killing 'em
So, So A Mi A back again, Body a ten-ten
Smun me jetu pa, per ta une
Jom si oksigjen
Baby, give it a try, wenn du denkst, du kannst mich handeln
Sage dir Dinge, für die würden die mich canceln
Halt nicht meine Hand, halt lieber die Klappe
Ich will nicht, dass die denken, wir sind zusammen hier
Jeder weiß mein wrumm, wrumm ist eine Waffe
Wenn du dich verbrennst, Babe, dann liegt es an dir
Denn ich geb' Shots, so wie Tory Lanez, hot ohne OnlyFans
Mache in white Jeans diesen Block zu mei'm Walk of Fame
Lass' die Hüfte kreisen wie beim Bellydance
Bin nicht 50 Cent, aber mich verfolg'n Many Men
Hey, Miss Fatty, Fatty, you a Murder
Ganz sicher, dass du schon von mir gehört hast
Hey, Miss Fatty, Fatty, you a Murder
Keiner hat das Feuer, so wie Erda
Girl, you be killing 'em, you be killing 'em
Girl, you be killing 'em, you be killing 'em
Girl, you be killing 'em, you be killing 'em
Girl, you be killing 'em
KILLING THEM (feat. Erda)
[?]
Hey, Miss Fatty, Fatty, you a killer
You definitely must've heard of me
Hey, Miss Fatty, Fatty, you a killer
No one brings the heat like Erda
Girl, you be killing 'em, you be killing 'em
Girl, you be killing 'em, you be killing 'em
Girl, you be killing 'em, you be killing 'em
Girl, you be killing 'em
So, so I'm back again, body a perfect ten
Smun me jetu pa, per ta une
I'm like oxygen
Baby, give it a shot if you think you can handle me
I’ll say things that would get me canceled
Don’t hold my hand, just shut your mouth
I don’t want them thinking we’re together here
Everyone knows my vroom, vroom is a weapon
If you get burned, babe, that’s on you
'Cause I’m throwing shots like Tory Lanez, hot without OnlyFans
Rocking these white jeans, turning this block into my Walk of Fame
Letting my hips sway like in a belly dance
I’m not 50 Cent, but I got many men on my tail
Hey, Miss Fatty, Fatty, you a killer
You definitely must've heard of me
Hey, Miss Fatty, Fatty, you a killer
No one brings the heat like Erda
Girl, you be killing 'em, you be killing 'em
Girl, you be killing 'em, you be killing 'em
Girl, you be killing 'em, you be killing 'em
Girl, you be killing 'em