Killy - Hellraiser Lyrics

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Hellraiser

Hellraiser Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Hellraiser By Killy?
You can't (what) come to my party
Shooting star (what), foreign car, that's a 'Rarri (hey, hey, hey, yeah) Louboutins on my feet when I walk in Misfit, blood red (what), I'm Itachi (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You can't (what) come to my party (what, hell yeah) Shooting star (hey), foreign car, that's a 'Rarri (hey, car) Louboutins on my feet (what) when I walk in (what, what, yeah) Misfit, blood red, I'm Itachi (yeah, yeah) Digital dash, foot on the gas, skrrt off my past (skrrt) Hey, get to the bag (what), poppin' these tags, I do my dance Hey, took it to ten (yeah), hundred percent, did it again Hey, she left me on read (what, what, yeah) That lil' bitch head is the best Love no thotty, that bitch gave me sloppy (slop) Kamikaze (bitch, bitch), ride me Kawasaki (bitch, ride) Designer on me, Prada on my body (bitch, what) You can't come and party, sorry, I'm not sorry (no, no, no) You can't (what) come to my party Shooting star (yeah), foreign car, that's a 'Rarri (hell yeah) Louboutins on my feet when I walk in Misfit (what), blood red, I'm Itachi You can't (what) come to my party (yeah, yeah) Shooting star, (hey) foreign car, that's a 'Rarri (hey, hey) Louboutins on my feet when I walk in (what, what) Misfit (hey), blood red, I'm Itachi (yeah, what, bitch) Hey, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, bitch, what |
Who Wrote Hellraiser By Killy?
Khalil Tatem
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What's The Duration Of The Hellraiser By Killy?The duration of Hellraiser is 1:48 minutes and seconds. |
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