slimesito - c murder lyrics
c murder lyrics
[intro]
(this is a dolan beats production)
yeah
yeah i’m still out on bond n+gga
fifty, yeah
clayco
(nutso thugn checking in, you know i’m rocking with nino, blatt)
sito, sito, sito
[chorus]
murder, murder
you f+ck with the gang then you know you get murdered
shoot you on camera, do you like c+murder
most of yall n+ggas yall really unheard of
i’m ten toes down, man you know that’s omerta
you f+ck with the gang then you know you get murdered
always shot to k!ll, that’s capital murder
i post with young slimes, he be throwing up murder
stay strapped up, i be toting them burners
i’m fronting them packs, man you know i’m no server
you f+ck with the gang then you know you get murdered
baby bottlеs filled but you know it’s no gerber
try to sеt me up, you ain’t getting no further
foreign hoe trapping you know she from persia
put ten on your head and you know you get murdered
[verse]
187, man you know that’s a murder
throwaway phones, man i need a new burner
i done did a lot of sh+t that i know you ain’t heard of
these n+ggas toting fires, they ain’t catching no murder
back to back whips and they filled with them burners
all of my n+ggas be toting pistolas
got a big f&n, i ain’t doing no holster
got some real mob ties, know this sh+t cosa nostra
i lay on the dead man i feel like a vulture
shoot his ass up, now his ass on the poster
he acting fake tough now we finna’ expose him
you loving them hoes but i’m keeping sh+t kosher
slime his ass out, akademiks gon’ post you
trap got a line, man this sh+t like a drive+thru
you posted with him then that n+gga gon’ die too
got old head partners and them n+ggas gon’ slide too
[chorus]
murder, murder
you f+ck with the gang then you know you get murdered
shoot you on camera, do you like c+murder
most of yall n+ggas yall really unheard of
i’m ten toes down, man you know that’s omerta
you f+ck with the gang then you know you get murdered
always shot to k!ll, that’s capital murder
i post with young slimes, he be throwing up murder
stay strapped up, i be toting them burners
i’m fronting them packs, man you know i’m no server
you f+ck with the gang then you know you get murdered
baby bottles filled but you know it’s no gerber
try to set me up, you ain’t getting no further
foreign hoe trapping you know she from persia
put ten on your head and you know you get murdered
[outro]
(welcome to clayton county, aka jurassic park)
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