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letra de murder mystery - hoodzilla

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[intro]
(what up, what up, b)
(yeah, sh-t)

[chorus]
twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six
twenty-seven ass gonna twerk in front of me b-tch
gimme a call man, ain’t a big texter
shut the f-ck up, ain’t motherf-cking gangsta
sh-t
what i do? what i didn’t do?
nothing in my life gonna have concerning you
so don’t try to dig too deep
otherwise you, gonna have a look at your shoulders too

[verse 1]
started this sh-t with a rantin’
all of this opps tryna cappin’
think they can catch me in the lackin’?
boy, you should stick to the suckin’
you don’t know what am i
gonna fake your ass like a.i
gonna suck my d-ck? that’s g-ay
make up story sh-t? that’s cap
(hoe)
guess my voice’s like an angel
but don’t you know my mind’s diabolical
speak of my sh-t, it’s motivational
on some gen-z sh-t, oh sh-t
i’m suicidal b-tch, so what? (what!?)
ain’t give a f-ck about you
don’t give a f-ck about me
don’t give a f-ck ’bout everybody in this b-tch (b-tch)
i’ll be counting up the bag hmm (what?)
i’d be counting up my age from (what!?)
[chorus]
twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six
twenty-seven ass gonna twerk in front of me b-tch (b-tch!)
gimme a call man, ain’t a big texter
shut the f-ck up, ain’t motherf-cking gangsta
sh-t
what i do? what i didn’t do?
nothing in my life gonna have concerning you
so don’t try to dig too deep
otherwise you, gonna have a look at your shoulders too

[verse 2]
(b, why you venting ’bout sh-t in public man? it ain’t cool bro)
(nah man, last person is giving up, so i’mma make y’all too)
ok
i’ve been contemplating ’bout this murder
mystery giving me sleep disorder
i wanna be pro in shock absorber
but these assh0l- like to act reporter
i’ve been jumped in this sh-tshow
i’ve been called motherf-cking big show
i’ve been red, i’ve been deebo, what hoe?
watch some friday b-tch, that’s a goat show
lil hoe
don’t tell me what it is, ain’t f-cking with you
don’t talk to me lil b-tch, ain’t f-cking with you
everything changed lil b-tch, pop your head lil hoe (what!?)
listen up kids
shot my head with m4 (what!?)
[chorus]
twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six
twenty-seven ass gonna twerk in front of me b-tch (b-tch!)
gimme a call man, ain’t a big texter
shut the f-ck up, ain’t motherf-cking gangsta
sh-t
what i do? what i didn’t do?
nothing in my life gonna have concerning you
so don’t try to dig too deep
otherwise you-
b-tch
b-tch
(b-tch!)

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