Rylo Rodriguez - Murder (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Rylo Rodriguez - Murder (en) Lyrics
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Out in the street, they call it murder
We'll go to war with the whole state,
we ain't scared of them
We don't throw no guns inside
the lake, we go bury them
Same nigga sneak dissin', makin'
songs, they just buried him
He don't got no Jordan's, he just gon'
rock that K, wait on his per diem
Get off our dick, go and ask your BM
Hellcat donut, cracked the rim
They already dead, bro, it's been said
Who we gon' smoke after thеm?
Ho in Baton Rouge say
I'm her lil' yeah
Shе twenty-one like Savage 'nem
Strapped up like it's Call of Duty
Ain't no regular shots, we hollow gang
AR pistol, empty out the clip, then
reverse it like a college game
Lot of niggas say if you catch a
body, you can be in the game
But not with us, we go off, if you keep
it solid, you can be in the gang
Young nigga got a dub' but he'll be
happy if you send him anything
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder,
yeah, that's all she wrote
Birkin, Birkin, Birkin, Birkin, Birkin,
I ain't finna buy that, ho
Prolly whack a nigga but
You know, yeah, yeah
He's a murder boy, murder
boy, mortuary man
Now we pull up, hop out Sprinter,
used to hop out minivans
All I did was shoot, I ain't have
to up, it was already in my hand
All I said was, "Yeah," before that
night, he was already in the sand
He's a murder boy, murder child, play
with him, he'll murder y'all
Ninety-four plus ninety-three, they
call where he from murder town
Load 'em up, take 'em down
Load the car, spin around
Drum stick, fifty rounds
Switch attached, sprayin' rounds
Switch attached, go side to side
Got shot in the toe, bitch
should've died
Glock shoot it to him, like a magic
trick, we gon' blow his mind
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