Ashonte Dolo Lee - Katwalk Kill(a) (feat. MLTM)

Hips like a bottle
Ya fate a supermodel
Let's take it full throttle
My place to pop bottle
And make ya legs wobble
Say yes just head bobble
I mean it's no pressure
Don't wanna you don't got to
Yo shoes is so sexy
Yo ass in them jeans
Can't help but to sweat you
Your walk is so mean
I mean you catwalkin it out ya whole crew
You dress the damn best
But you already knew
Baby Phat jeans wit my ass on hit
Dolce bag and I rock that shit
Belly button ring baby I'm so fit
And my ass go switch cause my ass so thick
Prada on my face and my neck and my feet
And the cars go beep when they see me on the street
I'm killin these hoes
I'm killin these hoes
I'm killin these hoes
I'm killin these hoes
I'm killin these hoes Go head mama
I'm killin these hoes Do that mama
I'm killin these hoes Go head mama
I'm killin these hoes Do that mama
Fendi Donna Gucci Prada
G and G she got a lotta
Head turna yeah she got em
Starin at that apple bottom
Yeah I see you lookin at me like you want it
You know that you want it
Come on and jump on it
I see your legs rockin
I love when you drop it like it's hot
Damn got that Oooo
Beat that while you touch your shoes
Shawty
Yeah ma do that thing
Back it on up girl move that thang
You want that really real
I got that fire that killay-kill
Ghetto style girl are you from the hood
Way you poppin that thang mama I got wood
Take it to the telly girl know you should
Wit a body like DAMN
And you dress so good
Baby Phat jeans wit my ass on hit
Dolce bag and I rock that shit
Belly button ring baby I'm so fit
And my ass go switch cause my ass so thick
Prada on my face and my neck and my feet
And the cars go beep when they see me on the street
I'm killin these hoes
I'm killin these hoes
I'm killin these hoes
I'm killin these hoes
I'm killin these hoes Go head mama
I'm killin these hoes Do that mama
I'm killin these hoes Go head mama
I'm killin these hoes Do that mama
Fendi Donna Gucci Prada
G and G she got a lotta
Head turna yeah she got em
Starin at that apple bottom
Baby Phat jeans wit my ass on hit
Dolce bag and I rock that shit
Belly button ring baby I'm so fit
And my ass go switch cause my ass so thick
Prada on my face and my neck and my feet
And the cars go beep when they see me on the street
I'm killin these hoes
I'm killin these hoes
I'm killin these hoes
I'm killin these hoes
I'm killin these hoes Go head mama
I'm killin these hoes Do that mama
I'm killin these hoes Go head mama
I'm killin these hoes Do that mama
I'm killin these hoes
I'm killin these hoes
I'm killin these hoes
I'm killin these hoes

Written by:
Ashonte Lee

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