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nocap - homicide كلمات الأغنية

[intro: nocap]
swipers, they fill up my whole gang
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(j cameron)

[chorus: nocap]
it’s a homicide, it’s another b_tterfly, yeah
we tryna make it out, they got the hood traumatized (yeah, uh)
everything i did, i meant, i don’t have no regrets
i flew a ratchet b_tch out, i put her on a private jet (she on a private jet)
i get so high i drop some codeine on my percocets (lean on my percocets)
everyday i hang with k!llers in them projects
i’m in them projects

[verse 1: nocap]
i’m surprised i ain’t died yet
you catch a charge, you keep it solid, you just stay quiet (you keep it quiet)
i feel this codeine in my body, i’m sippin’ hi_tech (i’m sippin’ high’)
they were so happy when i was stuck, i left ’em upset, yeah (uh)
get a feeling, i’m countin’ this paper (this paper, yeah)
i just f_ck on a b_tch, we don’t lay up (yeah)
my youngins out pullin’ the cable (yeah)
we ballin’, i’m coaching the pacers (coaching the—, uh)
smash on a b_tch, pain on me, you can see all the scars
no love for a b_tch, you can take me, you can rip out my— (yeah)
you can take me, you can rip out my heart
and every n_gga ’round me, they with the same thing (gang, gang)
never drop no dime, we just don’t name names
i drown the patek, i flood the face on it (i flood the face on it, yeah)
i came in the game with a game plan (yeah)
i’m watching my real, i’m watching my fake homies (yeah)
them swipers, they fill up my whole gang (whole gang)
them n_ggas schemin’, i know the bank want ’em (i know the bank want ’em)
i fell in love with drug money (street money, n_gga)
coulda went pro but we just didn’t think on it
they left me scarred, they abandoned me
i got two broads, they take a xan’ a piece (xan’ a piece, yeah)
i sell codeine, this rap was plan b
i’m finding any way, i gotta feed my family
my diamonds water just like jet skis
we push a b_tton and we don’t touch keys
you seen everything but these
i’m on these n_ggas ass like huskies (and huggies)
[chorus: nocap]
it’s a homicide, it’s another b_tterfly, yeah
we tryna make it out, they got the hood traumatized (yeah, uh)
everything i did, i meant, i don’t have no regrets
i flew a ratchet b_tch out, i put her on a private jet (she on a private jet)
i get so high i drop some codeine on my percocets (lean on my percocets)
everyday i hang with k!llers in them projects
i’m in them projects

[verse 2: rylo rodriguez]
today, if i land in the hood, might walk past sh_t like trash
i starved for them young n_ggas just to make ’em happy, we ain’t going out sad (going out sad)
grab your rag, young n_gga, keep buying that spray paint (buying that spray paint)
lil’ n_gga gon’ murk something, run to a wall, then draw up, “gang, gang”
did a lot of dirt, put blood on that money, we was running through band_aids (running through band_aids)
did a lot of dirt, she done f_cked the whole hood, b_tch went on a rampage (went on a rampage)
say you gotta watch your back when it’s nighttime, hallway (the hallway)
i know some youngins got hit up in broad day
rats, stray dogs in the hood, we don’t see no b_tterflies (we don’t see no b_tterflies)
we just see a homicide (just see a homicide)
’til you see another cold case (’til you see a mama cry)
leave the funeral and buy more ratchets (buy more ratchets)
middle finger to all the badges (all the police)
even if that phone start trippin’, won’t hang up, we want all the static (we want all the smoke)
judge hit joe with an l, that was probably for his own good (you know)
mark got k!lled way in private, kell died in his own hood
ain’t no way i say
dog caught a body, but he spin for a pc
with some money on his mind
get rich off crime
lil’ goons know crime pays, they ain’t never gon’ pay no taxes (don’t pay no taxes)
halloween, i was federal, them young n_ggas strapped up them masks
that molly done took over a young n_gga brain, that’s why he so active
‘nother n_gga got murked on the block, hood so hot, might see a cactus
load the money in a trash bag
gunshot, we like, “where it’s at?”
they can tell ’em that the bad back
yellow tape, we can’t go past that
[chorus: nocap & rylo rodriguez]
it’s a homicide, it’s another b_tterfly (‘nother b_tterfly, yeah, yeah)
we tryna make it out, they got the hood traumatized (they got us traumatized, yeah, yeah)
everything i did, i meant, i don’t have no regrets
i flew a ratchet b_tch out, i put her on a private jet (she on a private jet)
i get so high i drop some codeine on my percocets (lean on my percocets)
everyday i hang with k!llers in them projects
(j cameron)
i’m in them projects

[outro: rylo rodriguez & nocap]
‘nother b_tterfly
another homicide
they got us traumatized
we tryna make it out
it ain’t safe about it
on a private jet
we tryna get up out it
make it out the jail
got family depending on
we tryna make it out the jail

- nocap

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