Key Glock - Murder and Millions (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Key Glock - Murder and Millions (en) Lyrics
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Murder (Murder), millions (Millions),
finesse (Finesse), love (Love)
Murder (Murder), millions (Millions),
finesse (Finesse), drugs (Yeah)
Murder (Murder), millions (Millions),
finesse (Finesse), love (Drugs)
Murder (Murder), millions (Millions),
finesse (Finesse), drugs (Drugs)
Murder (Murder), millions (Millions),
finessе (Finesse), love (Yеah)
Murder (Murder), kill (Kill)
for a dollar bill
Got that heat on my waist, you
better be chill (Fah, fah)
This shit we call life for real (Yeah)
House so big, front yard like
a football field and
it still gettin' built
I'm on my road to riches, you
know what it is, I put
that on King Neal (Yeah)
Blue diamonds, sometimes
they look teal (Ice)
Why this nigga bitch up in my grill?
All in Houston, they calling
me trill (Trill)
In New York, they be saying
I'm ill (Ill)
Glizock told me I'm worth
a bill' (Bill')
Yeah, lil' nigga, a billion (Billion)
Niggas want me dead, it should've
been done (Been done)
My young nigga catch bodies
for income (Fah-fah-fah)
These rap niggas my lil' son-
sons (Son-sons), that's
why she call me daddy
Yeah, these bitch-ass niggas need
pom-poms (Pom-poms), I keep me
a stick like a granny (Gravin')
Yeah, these bitch-ass niggas don't
want none, Lord know this
shit'll get tragic (Tragic)
I turned nothin' to somethin',
I'm havin'
I'll take off my hat and then
pull out a rabbit (Nigga)
Yeah, all (All) this pain (This
pain) made me fall in
love with drugs (Drugs)
I grew up (Grew up) 'round hustlers
(Hustlers), some dope fiends
(Dope) and some thugs (Thugs)
They say it will kill you (Kill you)
if you love it too much (Too much)
It's Cutthroat La Familia (Familia)
and we represent what?
Murder, millions, finesse, love
Murder, millions, finesse, love (Yeah)
Murder (Murder), millions (Millions),
finesse (Finesse), love (Yeah)
Murder (Murder), millions
(Millions), finesse (Finesse),
love (The fuck?)
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