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ajinn - redrum كلمات الأغنية

hook:
murder, murder, murder, murder
that is all on my mind
if we ain’t talking bout the guap
then you just wasting my time
homicidal thoughts invading
n_ggas testing they life
stick this blade inside his gut
just like a reaper with a scythe
i be swerving out my lane, turn my coffin to a porsche
high as sh_t like gas prices, got me whippin on a horse
all that talking online, now they searching for your corpse
left yo kids without a father, i ain’t feeling no remorse
verse:
boy don’t get yo ass lobotomized i’ll have you looking stupid
throwing hands like mayweather, champion i’m undisputed
twin glocks, them bullets penetrate his chest, his shirt is ruined
brass knuckles boutta meet his face, i got him leaking fluid
you can cut off all my fingers, best believe i’m still gon shoot
hit a l!ck, i grip a stick, i’m boutta rob of him of his loot
talking sh_t and then got slumped one hit like “boy ain’t no way”
pulled up right outside his house and let it spray
yeah ya n_gga ain’t no angel f_ck yo b_tch and cast a sigil
cut the grass get rid of all the snakes, they fake, they artificial
dump the clip and then another just to make the sh_t official
yeah that n_gga still in school, i signed him up, early dismissal
glock 19 inside my backpack, yo soul i’m boutta sn_tch that
a n_gga too impatient to partake in all the chit_chat
b_tch gon hit my line and we f_ckin come get yo b_tch back
i turned your whole d_mn block to a smoothie then we gon spin back

- ajinn

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