Testo Richest Killers Pt. 2 - Mtsg
Testo della canzone Richest Killers Pt. 2 (Mtsg), tratta dall'album King Miles I
Captain K, do not tell harm
I told him, shit mate
What I'm going to do
R. I. P. to the great ahh queen Lizzie
Ought-a might-a drink my tea
Might-a get-a stained gold teeth (huh?)
Might-a get-a T, S, G
Rapping on the U.K. beat
Ran away to seek my dreams
Sort-a like a Prince Harry
But I don't like my mother
Swerving coups like Dianna
Her driver was a spanner (mmm)
Talk back to me kid, you ain't got the manners (no)
Dressed tweed, fur coat, you ain't got the glamour (no)
Steady climbing up to the top, like a ladder (to the top)
MTSG, real rich killer (yes)
Try approach me (nah) I'mma pull the trigger
Maggie in the ground, good place for a sinner
But as for Brits' rap even she know I'm a winner
And I'm only getting bigger (yes)
Five-course meal, spot a dick for my dinner (mmm)
Money coming in, making bands like a vicar (mmm)
Blew up past year, came back six figures (what?)
R. I. P. to the great ahh queen Lizzie (rest in peace)
Ought-a might-a drink my tea (delicious)
Might-a get-a stained gold teeth (huh?)
Might-a get-a T, S, G (who?)
Rapping on the U.K. beat (what?)
Ran away to seek my dreams (what?)
Sort-a like a Prince Harry
But I don't like my mother
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Writer(s): Grace Dunbar, Miles Holliday
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