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Мова пісні: Англійська
Murder Spree |
| It’s a murder spree |
| Listen, we’re not the same |
| Ay, listen, bitch |
| It’s too cold up in the streets |
| You better stay inside |
| Pull the hooptie up |
| We going on a fucking drive |
| I gotta keep it on me for the peace of mind |
| Yeah I hear them people talking |
| I on’t pay no mind |
| Yeah we goin' on a murder spree |
| If you really want this chain |
| You gotta murder me |
| It ain’t even in your blood |
| You need that surgery |
| You an actor |
| They should hit you with the perjury |
| Don’t make me hit you with that |
| Like I’m Bruce Lee |
| You just a fan |
| You’s a muthafucking groupie |
| We on th scene |
| We rally shooting movies |
| Don’t make pull that blower out this muthafucking truly |
| We playing chess and you phonies playing checkers |
| I already fucked that bitch |
| And she really made you beg her |
| Woke up in the morning |
| You was writing love letters |
| Man I pass ‘em to the homies |
| First day I ever met her |
| Sheesh ay enough with that |
| Man I’m back on the city |
| Gotta put it on the map |
| Fully automatic |
| You don’t want to fuck with that |
| If I put it in your face |
| I’m a lay you on your back, ay |
| It’s too cold up in the streets |
| You better stay inside |
| Pull the hooptie up |
| We going on a fucking drive |
| I gotta keep it on me for the peace of mind |
| Yeah I hear them people talking |
| I on’t pay no mind |
| Yeah we goin' on a murder spree |
| If you really want this chain |
| You gotta murder me |
| It ain’t even in your blood |
| You need that surgery |
| You an actor |
| They should hit you with the perjury |
| I’m about to kill these rappers |
| Pull the cameras out |
| I don’t even know your name |
| What you mad about? |
| All I do is get the money |
| Then I’m jamming out |
| If you want it then a fade is what I’m handing out |
| Cold blooded |
| Man it’s running through my bloodline |
| Bitches in the front |
| In the trunk I got the carbine |
| And you know I keep them shooters on the frontline |
| And they really troopers |
| They ain’t scared to do no damn time |
| Little bitch you need to wake up |
| You wanna be like me |
| You gon' have to get your cake up |
| Still for a minute now it’s time for me to bake up |
| I got these little bitches scared taking off their makeup |
| It’s too cold up in the streets |
| You better stay inside |
| Pull the hooptie up |
| We going on a fucking drive |
| I gotta keep it on me for the peace of mind |
| Yeah I hear them people talking |
| I on’t pay no mind |
| Yeah we goin' on a murder spree |
| If you really want this chain |
| You gotta murder me |
| It ain’t even in your blood |
| You need that surgery |
| You an actor |
| They should hit you with the perjury |