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Double Homicide letra


Treat every nigga just like a Sloppy Joe, in cold words, bitch, we only finna meet for bread
If you got a white fridge up in your crib, then you the type of nigga that I leave for dead (hahaha)
'Cause I'm all up in this bitch going crazy, in my bag daily when I ch-ch, tote Glocks
I ain't talking no BBL, but the body gon' be bruised if you ever see a bitch post opps
Now let's get it, the tape on you, the Glock British
I run up in your crib like: What's cookin' up in the skillet? (Sss)
I'ma motherfuckin' shoot till the bullets go through the ceiling
Drop a bag on a bitch, I keep fuckin' the ugly villain
He such a pussy, so plain, needs a flight, he gone
Them ain't no baby hairs, lil' bitch, they grown
All the white people just paused this song
Because I'm stealin' off niggas, but the fist Black-owned
Now shut the fuck up and show me y'all'll hold the spot
Double textin' this bitch like emotions hot
Call me Chrisean Rock, in the bank, I pop
Them blue faces in your face, and this shit non-stop

Head, head, shoulders, knees and toes
I bet this bitch won't leave with those
When I pull out the Glock, locate the opps
Bitch, I'm on your ass till your BBL pop
I said, I said, I said what the fuck I said (uh huh)
I saved my ex-nigga number under, Moment of silence, to me, that nigga is dead (shh)
Itty-itty-bitty when you're standing against me
I'm in your motherfuckin' city and I want every penny
It's no cap, no kizzy, I'ma work till I'm dizzy
The two pockets on me look like they twinning with Biggie
I mean all these hoes claiming that they big, I'm like: Mmm, nah, no you ain't
All that motherfuckin' cap, use it on the keyboard and I bet this bitch still be lowercase
He wanna row, row, row his boat
In my wet-ass pussy, in my wet-ass throat
Nigga tried to kiss me and then he lost hope
'Cause I hit The Matrix all the way to the floor
Like nah, nah, nah, nah, no
Shh, all them dead opps smoke
Chopper goin' dumber than a bitch, think she know me just
'Cause she know the sign of my fuckin' horoscope (grrah)
Grrah, grrah, dah, dah, dah
Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (gang, gang)
Grrah, grrah, dah, dah, dah
Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (gang, gang)
Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (gang, gang)
Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (gang, gang)
Buh, buh, bah, bah, motherfucker need a doctor-rah

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