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letra de murder business - realbleeda

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[intro]
(what up, demoe?)

[chorus]
i won’t talk on the phone ’cause, b-tch, we really ’bout that murder business
yeah, b-tch, we step for real, we step for real, know it’s gon’ be a k!lling
when we bend your block and load up chops with lots of ammunition
won’t stop shootin’ ’til it stop, i work my shoulder, i ain’t never missing
hit his top, make him lock, put the b-tch straight on his knees
i could’ve used the glock, my n-gga, but i used the arp
just got the drop, i’m pullin’ up, b-tch, i’m hoppin’ out on feet
b-tch, it’s realbleeda, b-tch, you know i’m known for makin’ n-ggas bleed
[verse 1]
when it’s rainin’ shots, p-ssy n-gga, you could hear a pin drop, say i stood over dude
sh-t, i know he dead, p-ssy n-gga, you don’t gotta watch the news, see, this what i do
off a couple steps, lеt ’em hear that boom
then watch him slidе out his shoes
oh, he got bodies, my n-gga? f-ck it, let me add the two
you know you can lose your life and you can’t bring your pistol with you
and we put big-ass holes in his body, they only see ’em on his insta picture
man, my mind be on violence, i be tryna think about how i’ma do a n-gga
and i don’t ever think too long because i know that i’ma shoot a n-gga

[chorus]
i won’t talk on the phone ’cause, b-tch, we really ’bout that murder business
yeah, b-tch, we step for real, we step for real, know it’s gon’ be a k!lling
when we bend your block and load up chops with lots of ammunition
won’t stop shootin’ ’til it stop, i work my shoulder, i ain’t never missing
hit his top, make him lock, put the b-tch straight on his knees
i could’ve used the glock, my n-gga, but i used the arp
just got the drop, i’m pullin’ up, b-tch, i’m hoppin’ out on feet
b-tch, it’s realbleeda, b-tch, you know i’m known for makin’ n-ggas bleed

[verse 2]
glock 17, i’m just nineteen, y’all n-ggas gon’ be on that shelf
tell me why you gon’ talk ’bout you gon’ take somethin’ from me? he could take a bullet, it’s gon’ take his breath
you that i’m shooting ’til ain’t nothin’ left
you know that’s for sure that i’m comin’ with steps
i don’t wear no belt, that glock gon’ hold my pants
them bands finna get your mans
and i really don’t gotta spin
where i catch you lackin’, that’s your end
all these bl–dy scenes, i’m thinking ’bout comin’ out with the bl–dy man
turn your b-tch bl–dy man
with chopper sh-lls, droppin’ back to back while i spin
yeah, i zipped the b-tch, if i could, i’d k!ll a b-tch again
[chorus]
i won’t talk on the phone ’cause, b-tch, we really ’bout that murder business
yeah, b-tch, we step for real, we step for real, know it’s gon’ be a k!lling
when we bend your block and load up chops with lots of ammunition
won’t stop shootin’ ’til it stop, i work my shoulder, i ain’t never missing
hit his top, make him lock, put the b-tch straight on his knees
i could’ve used the glock, my n-gga, but i used the arp
just got the drop, i’m pullin’ up, b-tch, i’m hoppin’ out on feet
b-tch, it’s realbleeda, b-tch, you know i’m known for makin’ n-ggas bleed

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