R.A.P. Music

Southern Fried - Killer Mike Welcome to this country fried bonafide And my flow is sweet as a potato pie Never been a sour apple, I'm a now-or-later guy I'm gonna to tell her something sweet and she gong lick me later, guy Hello to my hater guy, how

[Verse 1: Killer Mike] Yeah, still Killa Kill from the ville With a flow so cold it'll froze your nose Something like the blow did in the 90's When I sold to the geeked out hoes Must be the reason my flow so dope Not dope meaning mean coke but dope m

[ti:Big Beast] [ar:Killer Mike] [al:R.A.P. Music] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.48]Killer Mike-Big Beast [00:00.98]Hard cold G shit homie [00:02.10]I don't play around [00:03.35]Ain't shit sweet bout [00:04.67]the peach this Atlanta clown [00:06.35]Home of

reagan-killer mike the ballot or the bullet, some freedom or some bullshit will we ever do it big, or keep just settling for little shit we brag on having bread, but none of us are bakers we all talk having greens, but none of us own acres if none of

And I'm seeking on the edge of my bed holding my head Tryin to make this cake like a baker And get some bread My mama said hustle and dust come with fed Time do the crime you'd better had be prepared For what comes with it the killing the coke convic