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d-lo - redrum (murder) lyrics

flow is at it, n-gga
it’s your n-gga d-lo [?]
look, d-lo, d-lo!
pulled up down south, striped up
i ain’t talking laptops when i’m at your max, bro
all this gold on my neck, gotta keep a night on me
i think i’m [?] i had to get me, try to shine on me!
man, i owe j simpson, b-tch
it’s in my blood, i’ll be pimping, b-tches
look, i’ll be mobbing n-gga, straight k!ller
i’ve been balling n-gga, i’m don willard
i’ve been k!lling these b-tches, and murdering these n-ggas
finger f-cking on my chick, look!
i’m well respected, i don’t play around
them 223s i knock them dead down
i’m tripping on these n-ggas, i got my eye on ’em
catching my side of the club, pull this nine on me
all the n-gga see is [?] in a black benz
close ring, i don’t even have to wear a [?]

[hook:]
i got my pistol in the club, n-gga!
ain’t no searching us, all my n-ggas murders
you say you’re gang bang, never heard of it
i’ve been k!lling these beasts, i’m a murderer!
redrum, redrum, redrum
redrum, redrum, redrum
i’ve been k!lling these b-tches, i’ve been k!lling these b-tches
k!lling these b-tches?
first on, shut out to the cars and blunts
ain’t sh-t in my books, except for guns and drugs
feel like d-mn, how you got it, [?] with ’em
cause [?] the shoes, my performing equipment
tried to pull my pistol out, n-gga i call it my zipper
is either you’re my d-ck, and i ain’t giving my d-ck up!
but the way palls get beat up in the bar, -ss n-gga
boys in the hood let me at the car, -ss n-gga!
powering up, shoot your date in your face
[?] in my face tats
i can make these villains fly, higher till your ears pop
you don’t know how long, i’ve been tweeting for a tear drop
in new orleans [?] shots, pops, ain’t no beers drop
i’m from new orleans, we don’t really drink 40s
flow dilo, bootie strap, what you gonna do?
f-ck around, get touched like a displaced shoe

[hook:]
i got my pistol in the club, n-gga!
ain’t no searching us, all my n-ggas murders
you say you’re gang bang, never heard of it
i’ve been k!lling these beasts, i’m a murderer!
redrum, redrum, redrum
redrum, redrum, redrum
i’ve been k!lling these b-tches, i’ve been k!lling these b-tches
k!lling these b-tches?
[?] inside where is like oh, dwag
throwing bullets at a n-gga like [?]
all i know, better duck when it let [?]
leave a n-gga stressed out if you flex, hoe
hoes, but i can get your -ss touching
got shooters on my team, and all them n-ggas clutched down
roll up, and smoke it like a dutch
i can get your -ss gone, i ain’t gonna say much
n-ggas better knew i got my pistol in the club
so you can catch a [?] and get your -ss dropped
east side my game, put that on parole
i get a gang, and n-ggas just slide through
and i ain’t scared of sh-t, boy, fear none
too many fake n-ggas, i’m the real one!
wear seatbelt, n-gga, when i wear straps
ain’t talking [?] when i get that -ss clapped

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