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letra de murder me - ro kapone

[intro]
they wanna murder me

[verse 1]
got him upset i got him in his feelings
i can’t wait to cop that thing that come with no ceilings
they wanna murder me i ran up a check
and these rap n-gg-s pressed i’m all at they neck
michael jackson no diana my cup dirty
i can’t serve him they say that b-tch n-gg- working
i just came home from atlanta f-cked the mall up
she pushed up on me while i’m with my b-tch i had to stall her
you ain’t talking about spending no money what you called for?
ain’t no hand cuffing these b-tches that’s what the law for
these n-gg-s act just like b-tches boy pull your draws up
she thick in that dress i’m just trying to get it off her
i got these n-gg-s wanna murder me
i hit the plug across the head for d-mn near thirty p’s
she ate this d-ck up in the alley she got dirty knees
you been hustling forever still got on them dirty rees
ugh, i made a mess i’m dripping sauce i’m dripping flavor
i’m laid up with his b-tch i’m going to see yo b-tch later
einstein smart head sharper than a razor
that b-tch bad no liquor i had to chase her

[chorus]
these b-tch -ss n-gg-s wanna murder me
’cause i kidnapped they b-tch again burglary
i got the streets showed up surgery
i dropped the ticket just call it a common courtesy

[post chorus]
i just ran up a check just to blow it
now shake that -ss i just might throw it in yo direction
i just ran up a check just to blow it
i’ll throw it just throw that -ss in my direction

[verse 2]
she throwing that -ss one cheek at a time
i just wish that she’ll throw it in my direction
i walked up on her approached her from behind
she a trophy had to put her in my collection
pull up pull off with yo’ b-tch again (again)
but this time we both invited a friend (a friend)
they kind of look alike thought they was twins (twins)
what a h-ll of a night i hope it don’t end
she just want that new chanel bag know i copped that
her n-gg- wanna murder me that’s the reason it’s c-cked back
f-cked on yo’ b-tch in a challenger i couldn’t dodge that
then kicked the b-tch out at the first place we stopped at (whoa!)
i just ran up a check just to blow it
plug don’t ask me for a penny he just throw it
all this mother f-cking kush like i grow it
f-ck i look like measuring the act’ i just pour it

[chorus]
these b-tch -ss n-gg-s wanna murder me
’cause i kidnapped they b-tch again burglary
i got the streets showed up surgery
i dropped the ticket just call it a common courtesy

[post chorus]
i just ran up a check just to blow it
now she that -ss i just might throw it in yo direction
i just ran up a check just to blow it
i’ll throw it just throw that -ss in my direction

- ro kapone

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