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Young Thug

Murder

 

Murder

(앨범: 1017 Thug - 2013)


Murder she wrote, murder she wrote, murder she wrote
Murder she wrote, murder she wrote, murder she wrote
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder she wrote

No bird, I'm picking peacock trees
I'm just trying to raise it up for all to see
Don't play or I send all the Bs
And this bitch tryna get a hold of these bees
I remember riding around with .223s
But I'm thankful for my giving, no knees
Any blunts that we smoke bigger than legs
12 smell 'em, they tryna pull up and make us leave
Young Thugger be Pillsbury Dough, baby
Young Thugger take a brick and make it snow baby
Young Thugger turn a nine into a ho baby
When you leave Thug, you gotta change the clothes baby

Murder she wrote, murder she wrote, murder she wrote
Murder she wrote, murder she wrote, murder she wrote
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder she wrote

Now ever since I can remember
I've thugged my car tryna get a couple dollars, whoa
Got more handguns than choppers
More choppers than rastas
Got more rastas than followers, whoa
You can't go near my style, you'se a young thug imposter
Lying in this jungle, call me Young Thug Mufasa
We just living life and like a flu car you cop us
And if a nigga bases is loaded, we red sock 'em
Stop my grind and now I'm riding, I'm gone kill your friend
Do it smart, even though it's a sin, you won't see the pen
I got work, we get bands and I won't be your man
And if you get it, understand, I said I won't be your man

Murder she wrote, murder she wrote, murder she wrote
Murder she wrote, murder she wrote, murder she wrote
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder she wrote

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