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dee mula - murda in his eyes كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(turn me up, yc)

[chorus]
he got murder in his eyes, he ain’t tryna get k!lled so forgive him, god, if he have to sin
i can pop it out
bodies get to droppin’, get twisted ten, he gon’ spin again
n_ggas hatin’, i ain’t doin’ sh_t but growin’ (huh?)
b_tches lie to your face, i ain’t goin’ (i ain’t goin’)
don’t like ventin’ ’cause they look at me differently (why?)
there was room for me, it’s competition now (d_mn)
rather fall back, keep my distance now
i got kids, so i’m on a mission now
why you hatin’? i thought you was my dog
in them shootouts, i still rocked a top
see, they wanted me to win, they don’t want a n_gga win no more
closest n_ggas changed, i ain’t got friends no more (nah)
family throwin’ shots like they ain’t kin no more
got responsibilities, we ain’t kids no more

[verse]
mama, look at your son, he was just on bet, i never knew i was gon’ get right there (huh?)
but i knew i couldn’t give up, if you fall, n_gga, get up, shake this sh_t off, sit up
watch your step, don’t get shot
sometimes, i get high and just think ’bout a lot
death before dishonor, one day, we gotta die
takin’ sh_t to the grave with me
if you know you gon’ die, why you play with me?
if you buck, then i’m buckin’, don’t play with me (don’t play with me)
once you let her slide, b_tches start skatin’ (skatin’)
it been plenty times could’ve got a dv
once they get outta line, you gotta get ’em straight
i’ll die for this sh_t, i put th_rns on
nothin’ but demons ’round me, they got h_rns on
like the xans, they ’bout to move slow and slow
this a crazy pill, n_gga, we ain’t slow
i just hit the club, gucci on (gucci)
say she f_ck on them people like this my party (this my party, ho)
better not make the wrong move ’cause i’ll take it there (doo_doo_doo)
rearrange this b_tch, make some sp_ce in here (uh)
this the life of a gangster, i really be livin’ the sh_t n_ggas rappin’ ’bout
i ain’t got sh_t to cap about (nah)
put that pressure on n_ggas, they tappin’ out (d_mn)
[chorus]
he got murder in his eyes, he ain’t tryna get k!lled so forgive him, god, if he have to sin
i can pop it out
bodies get to droppin’, get twisted ten, he gon’ spin again
n_ggas hatin’, i ain’t doin’ sh_t but growin’
b_tches lie to your face, i ain’t goin’
don’t like ventin’ ’cause they look at me differently
there was room for me, it’s competition now
rather fall back, keep my distance now
i got kids, so i’m on a mission now
why you hatin’? i thought you was my dog
in them shootouts, i still rocked a top
see, they wanted me to win, they don’t want a n_gga win no more
closest n_ggas changed, i ain’t got friends no more
family throwin’ shots like they ain’t kin no more
got responsibilities, we ain’t kids no more

- dee mula

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