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bfg straap - murder she wrote كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
glocky sing a lullaby, we send him past the stars
wake up thinkin’ ’bout (imixnation for real), uh, wake up thinkin’ ’bout, uh
wake up thinkin’ ’bout murder
(that n_gga stonez)

[verse 1]
uh, wake up thinkin’ ’bout murders
they know i be on that hot sh_t like bobby shmurda (hot)
won’t catch me down bad, you know i’m clutchin’ on this burner (burner)
i’m in california smokin’ cookies like i’m berner (berner)
put cake in her face and make her eat it, tina turner (turner)
i don’t need no help, just help me once, i’m a quick learner (tell me once)
red rum, we scrеamin’ murder (red rum)
been droppin’ sh_t since burgеr (burger)
all you n_ggas master splinters, clique like ninja turtles (rat)
got your partner whacked, you know you next, we out here searchin’
[chorus]
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m_u_r_d_e_r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m_u_r_d_e_r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m_u_r_d_e_r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m_u_r_d_e_r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m_u_r_d_e_r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m_u_r_d_e_r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m_u_r_d_e_r, red rum)

[verse 2]
uh, they know i’m a star, f_ck ’round, k!ll ’em in dior (k!ll ’em)
sticks up in this b_tch, boy, you better not approach this car (sticked up)
every n_gga ’round me throw the cross, don’t meet the lord (cross)
n_gga play with straap, it’s m_u_r_d_e_r (murder)
i’m really a trap baby, seen my daddy whip up hard (trap)
we know you ain’t like that, boy, we seen ’em pull your card (you a b_tch)
and when i perform, i walk in with ’bout fifteen rods (sticks)
glocky sing a lullaby, we send him past the stars (zoom)
[chorus]
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m_u_r_d_e_r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m_u_r_d_e_r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m_u_r_d_e_r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m_u_r_d_e_r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m_u_r_d_e_r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m_u_r_d_e_r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m_u_r_d_e_r, red rum)

[verse 3]
uh, murder what she wrote, my glock a freaky ho (freaky)
go against them flags, what you wan’ meet the reaper for? (meet me)
it’s me and quay savage rollin’ up this gg4 (my bro)
my lil’ b_tch got ass she use for bait to get the lo’ (huh?)
hit him with this stick, leave his sh_t flat like pizza dough
fiends all at my door, they back_to_back, they need some more (knock)
pocket_watchin’ n_ggas goin’ broke and and that sh_t sure
walk in and we take over your trap ’cause that sh_t slow (take over)
[chorus]
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m_u_r_d_e_r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m_u_r_d_e_r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m_u_r_d_e_r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m_u_r_d_e_r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m_u_r_d_e_r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m_u_r_d_e_r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m_u_r_d_e_r, red rum)

- bfg straap

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