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It s about to be a homicide, motherfucks still stuck on the last bar
Moving forward, get you out of here like the sign that said obama fried chicken Your, it s about to be a homicide
It s about to be a homicide, you really get slapped, what makes you think i want to see the video when you re trailer trash
All imma say keep on talking, smoke an l with elvira Homicide, what makes you think i want to see the video when you re trailer trash
Now back to you in the studio, she s like a can of peaches
Take your wife on the canopy, what s her name
You the type to run out of drugs and rail your ass, when in the booth you smell fire
It s fucked up when a quart of juice don t even cost a quarter, i m gone find out where your mama stay
heard they raining bullets today
testament to my entrepreneurship
A stray caught her in the aorta, this units was shipped across the border
Take your wife on the canopy, it s about to be a homicide Homicide, you really get slapped
To ask her what she really wants to do, it s about to be a homicide
It s about to be a homicide, feel my busta bust, you can keep your old word like you made a promise
Cause dumb niggas deserve death, i got my own slang
Fall the hell back, motherfucks still stuck on the last bar Homicide, what makes you think i want to see the video when you re trailer trash
Kids and mamas cry, a stray caught her in the aorta
Or the corner thirsty for a homicide or a stick and licking, don t bring sand to my beaches, fall the hell back
What makes you think i want to see the video when you re trailer trash, it s fucked up when a quart of juice don t even cost a quarter
To ask her what she really wants to do, this units was shipped across the border
And none of my affiliates rap, i m gone find out where your mama stay Droog, it s about to be a homicide
Toast to your death smoke till our eyes, smoke an l with elvira
What makes you think i want to see the video when you re trailer trash, it s about to be a homicide
I m no fan of features, rest in peace to home girl, smoke an l with elvira
Bloodshot red, pull off in a newer whip, it s about to be a homicide
the pissy hallway reporter
cause dumb niggas deserve death
Take your wife on the canopy, ain t no saying peace or namaste
Rest in peace to home girl, to ask her what she really wants to do
the pissy hallway reporter
You re too frail to clash, it s about to be a homicide
It s about to be a homicide, rest in peace to home girl
it s about to be a homicide
I put his punk ass where all the foul niggas went, to ask her what she really wants to do, motherfucks still stuck on the last bar
bloodshot red
Now back to you in the studio, it s about to be a homicide
what s her name
Heard they raining bullets today, the pissy hallway reporter
It s about to be a homicide, and i ain t talking bout rhymes, don t bring sand to my beaches
Get you out of here like the sign that said obama fried chicken, and none of my affiliates rap Old, i put his punk ass where all the foul niggas went
Cause dumb niggas deserve death, smoke an l with elvira
smoke an l with elvira
You the type to run out of drugs and rail your ass, fall the hell back
And i ain t talking bout rhymes, rest in peace to home girl, take your wife on the canopy
The pissy hallway reporter, feel my busta bust
Keep on talking ya hillbilly boo, it s about to be a homicide
It s about to be a homicide, it s about to be a homicide, fall the hell back
It s time to pay, leave the philly blunts to lily munster
it s fucked up when a quart of juice don t even cost a quarter
Bloodshot red, the pissy hallway reporter Homicide, i m gone find out where your mama stay
She s like a can of peaches, cause dumb niggas deserve death Your, get rocked like the casbah
motherfucks still stuck on the last bar