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noheartzae - kill kill lyrics

(aye)
murda, murda, k!ll, k!ll, stomp his face cause he ain’t wit me
murda, murda, k!ll, k!ll, wipe his nose, i feel like whitney (aye)
throw me back an x pill, that be the reason why i’m trippin’ (hold on)
how the f+ck i miss you, i put 30 in the pippen
all my glocks come extended
he wanted war and i’m with it
i seen a bag and i bit it, her p+ssy sore ‘cuz i hit it
i’m a dog ass n++++, i’m not afraid to admit it
yo money short like a midget, when you gon’ double yo digits
how you try to hit that l!ck but then you freeze up and fidget
n+++++ cut like some b+tches, already knowin’ how i might walk down
yellow tape, k!ll k!ll, murda man, he got chalked down
throw me back a doublе stack (okay), i’m in that mojo
16 in the field, kicking sh+t, my name ain’t ocho (f+ck it)
pop ‘еm, thinkin’ sh+t be sweet, punch him in his t++th
i’m tryna put the b+tch to sleep, my glocky put him on a tee
(yeah, cmon)
murda, k!ll, k!ll, murda, k!ll, k!ll, (cmon, b+tch)
murda, k!ll, k!ll, murda, k!ll, k!ll, that’s to yo face
murda, k!ll, k!ll, murda, k!ll, k!ll, don’t give no f+ck
(yeah, cmon)
i don’t give a f+ck ‘bout what you bang or what you slang, we get ‘em touched
(yeah, cmon)
that n++++ say he the sh+t so watch the way we get ‘em flushed
(cmon, b+tch)
(what i said)
(yeah, hold on)
(murda, k!ll, k!ll, murda, k!ll, k!ll, that’s to yo face)
(murda, k!ll, k!ll, murda, k!ll, k!ll, let’s get that cake)
(b+tch, go)
(aye)
murda, murda, k!ll, k!ll, stomp his face cause he ain’t wit me
murda, murda, k!ll, k!ll, wipe his nose, i feel like whitney (aye)
throw me back an x pill, that be the reason why i’m trippin’ (hold on)
how the f+ck i miss you, i put 30 in the pippen
all my glocks come extended
he wanted war and i’m with it
i seen a bag and i bit it, her p+ssy sore ‘cuz i hit it
i’m a dog ass n++++, i’m not afraid to admit it
yo money short like a midget, when you gon’ double yo digits
how you try to hit that l!ck but then you freeze up and fidget
n+++++ cut like some b+tches, already knowin’ how i might walk down
yellow tape, k!ll k!ll, murda man, he got chalked down
throw me back a double stack (okay), i’m in that mojo
16 in the field, kicking sh+t, my name ain’t ocho (f+ck it)
pop ‘em, thinkin’ sh+t be sweet, punch him in his t++th
i’m tryna put the b+tch to sleep, my glocky put him on a tee
(yeah, cmon)
murda, k!ll, k!ll, murda, k!ll, k!ll, (cmon, b+tch)
murda, k!ll, k!ll, murda, k!ll, k!ll, that’s to yo face
murda, k!ll, k!ll, murda, k!ll, k!ll, don’t give no f+ck
(yeah, cmon)
i don’t give a f+ck ‘bout what you bang or what you slang, we get ‘em touched
(yeah, cmon)
that n++++ say he the sh+t so watch the way we get ‘em flushed
(cmon, b+tch)
(what i said)
(yeah, hold on)
(murda, k!ll, k!ll, murda, k!ll, k!ll, that’s to yo face)
(murda, k!ll, k!ll, murda, k!ll, k!ll, let’s beat that case)
(b+tch, go)
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