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valentine dalla - murder trip lyrics

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[intro]
niko rain this a hit

[verse 1]
d+a+double l+a

everyday is the same
red bars, in flame
i can’t do anything wrong
according to the hall of fame

get on my track, if you want
but i bet you can’t keep up
pen is hot, it burns
chase the beat, without turns

[pre+chorus]
i pop sh+t, no smoke
i talk sh+t and vogue
my crew we go rogue
weed a1, got that coke

you call us them drug lords
vinewood, no gun laws
in this game, i’m the kingpin
imma shoot ’em up, alongside ming
[chorus]
baby i’m dressed to k!ll
in my car, popping wheels
cyber letric, mobile
made in motherf+cking steel

publicly, i keep it real
this no movie, k!ll bill
competition, it’s a deal
let me get on my murder trip

[verse 2]
i can be a c+nt and a b+tch
depends on the mood, that’s what it is
all these wannabes trynna call me sis
girl we ain’t related, trust me i insist

i know b+tches mad that i don’t need to split the tab
luxury restaurant, eating high class crab
limo outside, while they taking cabs
not on my level, can’t get to my pedistal

i’m the princess, i already instated that
i can be miss quinn, taking b+tches out with a bat

riding harleys in a hawaii, and that’s on perry
this ain’t a fantasy, word to carey
they like to discredit me, not working babe
female rapper, who said i can’t sing too? honey
b+tches mad, b+tches sad
put them in a trashcan
b+tches mad, b+tches sad
leave their skin full of rash

b+b+tches mad, b+tches sad
put them in a trashcan
b+tches mad, b+tches sad
leave their skin full of rash

[verse 3]
going on a trip, to murder b+tches
slap hoes when they ask, like we birthing b+tches
i came from the bottom, rags to riches
now they wanna bottom me, so i top these b+tches

i’m giving lobotomy, call me a doctor
imma break their backs, like a chiropractor
debut single flopped, and the label dropped her
b+tch i’m the prada dalla
you the motherf+cking copper

in a girl group, b+tch i would be the center
no star5, i judged and was the mentor
forgot about me? you need a refresher
got platinum hits, got sales to measure
imma lazer these hoes, word to major
island, you a rock and i’m the treasure
breaking cuffs from cops, cheap dumb ass tasers
already shot these b+tches, didn’t need no chaser

pretty like barbie
skinny like hadid
reviving b+tches careers from the dead
mercy

[pre+chorus]
i pop sh+t, no smoke
i talk sh+t and vogue
my crew we go rogue
weed a1, got that coke

you call us them drug lords
vinewood, no gun laws
in this game, i’m the kingpin
imma shoot ’em up, alongside ming

[chorus]
baby i’m dressed to k!ll
in my car, popping wheels
cyber letric, mobile
made in motherf+cking steel

publicly, i keep it real
this no movie, k!ll bill
competition, it’s a deal
let me get on my murder trip

let me get on my murder trip
this a murder trip

- valentine dalla lyrics

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