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qua racks – murder from the heart كلمات اغاني

(intro)
grah, grah, grah
grah, grah

[qua racks]
brodie died, i don’t know how to feel
like n_gga i’m keepin’ it real
talk disrespect that’s how you get k!lled
you ain’t my muddy, you ain’t ever k!lled
they like “bro why the f_ck you tweakin’?”
like n_ggas ain’t outside creepin’
i clear the block, n_gga i’m a demon
so if i did it n_gga then i mean it like_
like wait, like what
like n_gga you ain’t ever slide, like n_gga keep on tellin’ lies
like don’t this n_gga gotta die, like_
like hol’ on, if i see you n_gga better not run
you act tough when you got a gun, if you don’t got it n_gga then you done
like, i don’t give a f_ck
n_ggas hatin’ on me, cause they suck
you want smoke n_gga, give it up
watch your homies, n_gga that’s a must
like, n_ggas think it’s cool
i go dummy n_gga act a fool
twelve shots make a n_gga snooze
hollows send a n_gga to the moon
like d_mn
grah, grah, grah
like_like, grah, grah
thought you was with me whole time it was fake
like, n_gga f_ck up out the way
ion’ disrespect, leave him where he stay
i don’t give a f_ck, hit him in his face
i don’t need love, that sh_t really fake
she like a drug, she don’t go away
my heart cold, frozen like a lake
i feel pain in a different way
walk down, hit a n_gga we don’t play
f_ck that, hit a l!ck broad day
scratch that, smoke em’ all to the face
b_tch i’m a vet stay up out the way
what if your bro turned into a snake?
drugs don’t work so i start to pray
day that i die, make sure mama straight
ten missed calls, i just let it ring
b_tches be hoes, what you gotta say?
catch us a soul, you gon’ die today
ten toes, b_tch i’ma keep me a k
throw up them 4’s, i’m forever straight
long live kay, your tattoo on my face
n_ggas ain’t real, gotta stay away
one false move, put you in your place
that b_tch a hoe, nutted on her face

b_tches like “gwuap never in the mix”
if a opp right here, he get hit
put a lil’ opp right here in my spliff
callin’ on blood, let’s go take a risk
one stop, b_tch you duckin’
gotta slide with knocks, and my glock real tucked
with dee money, he shootin’ for nothin’
never spin my block stop bluffin’
showin’ her the bucks, just to f_ck for somethin’
said i’m smoking your dead cause i love it
mama hate what the f_ck i’m becoming
told her now, but she knew i was bluffin’
on the grip, i’ma forever be clutchin’ like_
gang, gang
on the grip i’ll forever be clutchin’
gang, gang
she call me a menace, from gutters to mutts
told her he like to get hit in his gut
lil’ n_gga from the ‘burbs, why he talk like he tough
bad lil’ b_tch and she bussin’ it up

- qua racks

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