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hoodzilla - murder mystery lyrics

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[intro]
(what up, what up, b)
(yeah, sh+t)

[chorus]
twenty+four, twenty+five, twenty+six
twenty+seven ass gonna twerk in front of me b+tch
gimme a call man, ain’t a big texter
shut the f+ck up, ain’t motherf+cking gangsta
sh+t
what i do? what i didn’t do?
nothing in my life gonna have concerning you
so don’t try to dig too deep
otherwise you, gonna have a look at your shoulders too

[verse 1]
started this sh+t with a rantin’
all of this opps tryna cappin’
think they can catch me in the lackin’?
boy, you should stick to the suckin’
you don’t know what am i
gonna fake your ass like a.i
gonna suck my d+ck? that’s g+ay
make up story sh+t? that’s cap
(hoe)
guess my voice’s like an angel
but don’t you know my mind’s diabolical
speak of my sh+t, it’s motivational
on some gen+z sh+t, oh sh+t
i’m suicidal b+tch, so what? (what!?)
ain’t give a f+ck about you
don’t give a f+ck about me
don’t give a f+ck ’bout everybody in this b+tch (b+tch)
i’ll be counting up the bag hmm (what?)
i’d be counting up my age from (what!?)
[chorus]
twenty+four, twenty+five, twenty+six
twenty+seven ass gonna twerk in front of me b+tch (b+tch!)
gimme a call man, ain’t a big texter
shut the f+ck up, ain’t motherf+cking gangsta
sh+t
what i do? what i didn’t do?
nothing in my life gonna have concerning you
so don’t try to dig too deep
otherwise you, gonna have a look at your shoulders too

[verse 2]
(b, why you venting ’bout sh+t in public man? it ain’t cool bro)
(nah man, last person is giving up, so i’mma make y’all too)
ok
i’ve been contemplating ’bout this murder
mystery giving me sleep disorder
i wanna be pro in shock absorber
but these assh0l+ like to act reporter
i’ve been jumped in this sh+tshow
i’ve been called motherf+cking big show
i’ve been red, i’ve been deebo, what hoe?
watch some friday b+tch, that’s a goat show
lil hoe
don’t tell me what it is, ain’t f+cking with you
don’t talk to me lil b+tch, ain’t f+cking with you
everything changed lil b+tch, pop your head lil hoe (what!?)
listen up kids
shot my head with m4 (what!?)
[chorus]
twenty+four, twenty+five, twenty+six
twenty+seven ass gonna twerk in front of me b+tch (b+tch!)
gimme a call man, ain’t a big texter
shut the f+ck up, ain’t motherf+cking gangsta
sh+t
what i do? what i didn’t do?
nothing in my life gonna have concerning you
so don’t try to dig too deep
otherwise you+
b+tch
b+tch
(b+tch!)



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