letra de murder song - lil kapow
[intro]
no insurance, crashed the whip, yeah, yeah
no insurance, crashed the whip
ayy, ayy (av got that drip, ho)
ayy, ayy, ayy
[verse]
no insurance, crashed the whip
go to court, push it back, f-ck yes
my lawyer paid, we all rich (yeah, yeah)
talk sh-t, get folded like a crunch wrap (yeah, ayy)
okay, ooh, i’m in her ear like mike tyson
try this, i got drugs in my sinus
i only want a b-tch that gon’ do it the way i like it
i’m all about the benjamin’s, baby, i feel like mike epps
he can’t flex, i shot him right in the bicep
my new crib better look just like the teen titans
goddammit, i’m high, i need to look at a flight plan
120 on the dashboard and p-ssy all in my right hand
murder, murder, murder, gang, gang, that’s my sh-t, bro
i just shot out all his windows, [?] coat
i’m outside like i’m campin’, where’d my tent go?
b-tch, i got a [?] county prison
okay, f-ck it, guess he’s goin’ to camp jesus
in a kfc box, they found him in five pieces
can’t understand the b-tch i’m f-ckin’, she puerto rican
f-ck the b-tch on the rug, i’m not f-ckin’ her on my sheets
fifty rounds in the clip, that’s fifty reasons to squeeze it
chopsticks on me, like i’m eatin’ some j-panese sh-t
if i’m him, how in the f-ck could you ever be him?
you can call me james, i stay in a giant peach
i took two xanax on a trampoline, now i’m [?]
i can pull up on you like i’m sonic, super fast
[?] in a tesla, i’m whippin’ like ricky bobby
and i got more stripes then a n-gga that’s going golfing
look, i-i-i-i, i hope you die tonight, wishful thinking
walk in your crib and do some spring cleaning
he might think it’s a joke ’til the glock hits his t–th
hit him with a canon, knock him right out his jeans (ayy, ayy, ayy)
b-tch, i’m higher than my odds of going to prison, i’m with it
i f-ck with stripper b-tches, i don’t tip ’em (uh-uh)
strong guy with a phone book how i wipe sh-t
no bmx, glock make a n-gga do jumps
his b-tch spin back ’cause she got a part in the matrix
added a couple glocks, i hit copy and paste
somebody come help him, he’s bleeding out on the pavement
it’s like i gave birth to a choppa how i raised it, gang
[outro]
(perfect)
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