Homicide

(album: Life Ain't No Joke - 2012)

My nigga Pharris
Life Ain't No Joke
Victoriouz
Keep your eyes open, nigga

Be careful with bitches
All these bitches is diggers
They say she love you forever
Next thing be fucking your nigga
Need a bitch to get with it
That's why I need me a [?]
I just fuck her and pass her
I might slide her some Fendi
Shorty say she three-hunnid
And she all 'bout Debit
She said she scared of the [?]
Well shorty, that's how I'm living
Either fame or cars, it wouldn't make me no difference
I just caught me a bird, and I ain't talking 'bout Twitter
Light skin redbone
Peanut butter, no [?]
Or maybe cool as a fan, or either darker than [?]
This the life that I'm living, I want part of it all
I'm like a star to a mall, so I Target 'em all
Dolce & Gabbana
Gucci, Louis, and Prada
True Religions, and Rockins
Ralph Lauren and Robbins
Ain't gotta stunt 'cause I got 'em
Soon as they drop it I cop it
Lead the lot with a foreign
Finna go slide on my foreign
2013, I got it
Last two years I've been trapping
You addicted to bitches, and I'm addicted to rapping
All white [?] leather looking just like a napkin
All my niggas, they drilling, they say that we be trapping
Let's get it

Homicide, homicide, it's a homicide
Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide
For 48, real life is a homicide
He in the morgue, always snitching, or he traumatized
Homicide, homicide, it's a homicide
Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide
For 48, real life is a homicide
He in the morgue, always snitching, or he traumatized

I cut the lock off
Like champagne tops, I pop off
Free Reggie and free Lil Charles
K9 blitz, they some dogs
That MAC'll knock his top off
That [?] said, "Drop his top off"
Run up and you get dropped off
LL-button-up-Cool J
My diamonds red like Kool-Aid
My Rollie watch say, "Too late"
I'm mad as head like toupees
A lot of niggas fugazi
I'm in the trap like 2 Chainz, 'cept I got like four chains
[?] say no names
You talking, you get duct tape
What's like to have that [?]
These ho's they in a dub race
Fuck me, then fuck BJ
Shout out to the DJ
In the field where we play
You pussys better behave
I'm running home like relays
Let's get it

Homicide, homicide, it's a homicide
Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide
For 48, real life is a homicide
He in the morgue, always snitching, or he traumatized
Homicide, homicide, it's a homicide
Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide
For 48, real life is a homicide
He in the morgue, always snitching, or he traumatized

Free twin
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