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high m - murder on my mind, i'm gonna kill somebody lyrics

n+ggas smell like blood to me
all of yall smell like food and i’m hungry

hook:

hunting season with the pack
not an underdog imma wolf
walking through a blood bath
leave dead bodies where we go
murder on my mind i’m gonna k!ll somebody
i go psycho on you if you touch my money
yo!
this is the jungle
no go dey fumble
n+ggas go run you down ma n+gga
dem say make i tell you
murder on my mind i’m gonna k!ll somebody
i go psycho on you if you f++k with my dough

i heard in the news that f++king n+ggas outchea think they can step to me
well i am the truth, when i step in the booth i battle demons, angels protecting me
you can’t f++k with destiny
herе’s what i do to mountains in my way
i go through, open sesame
you not a thrеat to me
only thing i see in front is a fan whose obsessed with me
cold n+gga, gold breather
i hold heaters like the police and
shoot at will like the paparazzi
on the mic i make magic
but your girl a kanye song, she a gold digger

heard em sayin “he ain’t even signed to a label”
how come he’s stronger and able?
thought he’s gon’ throw in the towel
tried to control all the power
found out he was password enabled

young n+gga enough with the favor
[ you though you was riding the wave but you’re not even able ]
step to me and the damage is fatal
[ you n+ggas just acting like babies, you n+ggas need cradles ]
leave your body looking with the barrel
[ shoot shoot shoot through tu tu tu you you you you you]
while i’m getting more ass than a donkey stable yeah

hook:

to wipe the frown off ma face
i had to change up ma ways
n+ggas switching faces
only god can relate
nuhhhhhhh
only god can relate
money i been tryna chase
n+ggas running round in jays
dont you come around my base… nuuhhhh

eniola hacoc:

i will never chill or relax
i move in stealth with the pack
don’t try to appeal with this raps
i’m smoking nicotine by the packs

i turn sh+t up to the max
i f++k shii up that’s fact
don’t want no nudes when we chat babe
keep that p+ssy in fact

its never intact when i smash that
n+ggas p+ssy sleeping, that’s a cat nap
pills n potions in ma trap bag
these days n+ggas talk through their ass, cr+p
ladies want me for my rack stacks
everybody blow my line up
people fake like china
p+ssy ass n+ggas got a v+g+n+

outro:

they dunno
manna no yardie
i no come from jamaica
i come from lagos mahn
they dunno
blood in my eyes
anyone gets shot
any man gets gun down
streets not safe
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militia
gang thing

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