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young drummer boy - murder spree lyrics

[intro]
it’s a murder spree
listen, we’re not the same
ay, listen, b+tch

[chorus]
it’s too cold up in the streets
you better stay inside
pull the hooptie up
we going on a f+cking drive
i gotta keep it on me for the peace of mind
yeah i hear them people talking
i on’t pay no mind
yeah we goin’ on a murder spree
if you really want this chain
you gotta murder me
it ain’t even in your blood
you need that surgery
you an actor
they should hit you with the perjury

[verse 1]
don’t make me hit you with that [?]
like i’m bruce lee
you just a fan
you’s a m+th+f+cking groupie
we on thе scene
we rеally shooting movies
don’t make pull that blower out this m+th+f+cking truly
we playing chess and you phonies playing checkers
i already f+cked that b+tch
and she really made you beg her
woke up in the morning
you was writing love letters
man i pass ‘em to the homies
first day i ever met her
sheesh ay enough with that
man i’m back on the city
gotta put it on the map
fully automatic
you don’t want to f+ck with that
if i put it in your face
i’m a lay you on your back, ay
[chorus]
it’s too cold up in the streets
you better stay inside
pull the hooptie up
we going on a f+cking drive
i gotta keep it on me for the peace of mind
yeah i hear them people talking
i on’t pay no mind
yeah we goin’ on a murder spree
if you really want this chain
you gotta murder me
it ain’t even in your blood
you need that surgery
you an actor
they should hit you with the perjury

[verse 2]
i’m about to k!ll these rappers
pull the cameras out
i don’t even know your name
what you mad about?
all i do is get the money
then i’m jamming out
if you want it then a fade is what i’m handing out
cold blooded
man it’s running through my bloodline
b+tches in the front
in the trunk i got the carbine
and you know i keep them shooters on the frontline
and they really troopers
they ain’t scared to do no d+mn time
little b+tch you need to wake up
you wanna be like me
you gon’ have to get your cake up
still for a minute now it’s time for me to bake up
i got these little b+tches scared taking off their makeup
[chorus]
it’s too cold up in the streets
you better stay inside
pull the hooptie up
we going on a f+cking drive
i gotta keep it on me for the peace of mind
yeah i hear them people talking
i on’t pay no mind
yeah we goin’ on a murder spree
if you really want this chain
you gotta murder me
it ain’t even in your blood
you need that surgery
you an actor
they should hit you with the perjury

- young drummer boy lyrics

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