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letra de homicide* - izaya tiji

lyrics from snippet

[verse]
…
… straight to that bag
you wouldn’t get what it is
couldn’t even pour up my glass
i made them lil’ n-ggas mad
i told them boys to relax
crackers act fool ’cause i’m black
running it up to the max
i don’t wan’ throw hands with n-ggas, i let that lil’ uzi rap
that boy so corny, he dax
jumped off the porch, got a mac
i want some blood like i’m dracula
i know my slatt is immaculate
[?]
[i don’t wanna give no thing?]
i don’t wanna get your hopes up
i don’t wanna sell you a dream
you is a lil’ bitty b-tch (a lame)
asking how much for them jeans
you ain’t e’en scared of the crabs, you ain’t e’en checking your lean (ew)
you ain’t e’en checking the bottle
treat me like mouth wash and gargle
i don’t know what to say to that ho, i know she just want a daughter (f-ck no)
thought she was sl!ck ’til i caught her
homicide, homicide, murder
homicide, homicide, murder (homicide, homicide)
homicide, homicide, murder (homicide, homicide)
make these n-ggas say, “ah”
that’s how you comin’? like, “wow”
soon as i’m hearin’ that sound, pushing that whip straight to loud
pushing the whip to uganda
shooter, yeah, he from rwanda
he brought his b-tch from botswana
i got the juice like a jamba
[?] traps got dope (ass ass n-gga)
baddie from bangkok, woah
we had to bag that, n-gga
you part of us just like puerto rico
i put the store on the cove
what you want, pills in your drank?
everything we do you can’t
even got sumn’ for your nose
even got men in your [?]
come on, let’s f-ck up this scat
i thought i said this before, hahaha, i don’t wan’ scr-p
i let my lil’ uzi rap
that boy so corny, he dax
jumped off the porch, got a mac
i want some blood like i’m dracula
i know my slatt is immaculate
brodie went broke ’cause he gambling
bite on that d-ck, she gon’ [?] (swallow)
punchin’ that when she was singin’
just like some food i be bangin’
you lost yo’ boo, how the gang miss?
know how to move before you try to engage this
you don’t get excited when you hit the range, b-tch
why when you shoot seem like you need some glases? (contacts)
it seems like you need some glasses
that one got pulled like a catfish
i be so green like a cabbage
how i be talkin’ to my girl, i need to watch my words
i had a thot try an curse me
that was deranged, call her [?] ([?])
no ho, yeah, [?]
don’t [?], it’s just another curb
need you…

- izaya tiji

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