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Omg a murder

It's a murder, baby, look away
Look what they brought to me
I'm too busy, don't acknowledge hate
I know they follow me
A model with a pretty face
She wanna swallow me
Like, girl, I know?it's?Saturday
But?I can change?ya week

I'm so?bad runnin' off that road or somethin'
Come here, get closer, yeah
Buddy act like I ain't show him nothin'
Nigga, you my oldest son
Fu-fu-fu-fuck the opps, we finna whack 'em and go back to jail
In a huddle, call 'em Brady, think these niggas 12

Swear that bitch gon' hustle for that ring just like JaVale
You can take me out the hood, I still got clientele
Put my phone on DND until I get a Zelle
I stay talkin' 'bout my problems like y'all even care, uh

They ain't ready, they ain't ready (Yeah)
They ain't even get it, she ain't even get it
Time will tell, time will tell
Time to keep it steady, time to keep it steady, yeah
'Cause shit get crazy when I'm not home
And she act different when she all alone
Kept you waitin' up for way too long
Is it worth it? Guess we'll never know
Tried to tell you that the truth hurts
Now I put you in the coupe first
Wish I never even knew her
Really, I should get reimbursed

It's a murder, baby, look away
Look what they brought to me
I'm too busy, don't acknowledge hate
I know they follow me
A model with a pretty face
She wanna swallow me
Like, girl, I know it's Saturday
But I can change ya week

I'm so bad runnin' off that road or somethin'
Come here, get closer, yeah
Buddy act like I ain't show him nothin'
Nigga, you my oldest son
Fu-fu-fu-fuck the opps, we finna whack 'em and go back to jail
In a huddle, call 'em Brady, think these niggas 12

You can take me out the hood, I still got clientele
Buddy say he havin' racks, well, shit, I couldn't tell
I just took her down to Lenox in a blue Chevelle
Told the label pay me now or you can go to Hell
[?]
On the road, it's been a long day
I can't do it, no, like frog eyes
Just like some soldiers, they all small guys

It's a murder, baby, look away
Look what they brought to me
I'm too busy, don't acknowledge hate
I know they follow me
A model with a pretty face
She wanna swallow me
Like, girl, I know it's Saturday
But I can change ya week

I'm so bad runnin' off that road or somethin'
Come here, get closer, yeah
Buddy act like I ain't show him nothin'
Nigga, you my oldest son
Fu-fu-fu-fuck the opps, we finna whack 'em and go back to jail
In a huddle, call 'em Brady, think these niggas 12 (12)