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lirik lagu bfg straap - murder she wrote

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[intro]
glocky sing a lullaby, we send him past the stars
wake up thinkin’ ’bout (imixnation for real), uh, wake up thinkin’ ’bout, uh
wake up thinkin’ ’bout murder
(that n~gga stonez)

[verse 1]
uh, wake up thinkin’ ’bout murders
they know i be on that hot sh~t like bobby shmurda (hot)
won’t catch me down bad, you know i’m clutchin’ on this burner (burner)
i’m in california smokin’ cookies like i’m berner (berner)
put cake in her face and make her eat it, tina turner (turner)
i don’t need no help, just help me once, i’m a quick learner (tell me once)
red rum, we scrеamin’ murder (red rum)
been droppin’ sh~t since burgеr (burger)
all you n~ggas master splinters, clique like ninja turtles (rat)
got your partner whacked, you know you next, we out here searchin’
[chorus]
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m~u~r~d~e~r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m~u~r~d~e~r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m~u~r~d~e~r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m~u~r~d~e~r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m~u~r~d~e~r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m~u~r~d~e~r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m~u~r~d~e~r, red rum)

[verse 2]
uh, they know i’m a star, f~ck ’round, k!ll ’em in dior (k!ll ’em)
sticks up in this b~tch, boy, you better not approach this car (sticked up)
every n~gga ’round me throw the cross, don’t meet the lord (cross)
n~gga play with straap, it’s m~u~r~d~e~r (murder)
i’m really a trap baby, seen my daddy whip up hard (trap)
we know you ain’t like that, boy, we seen ’em pull your card (you a b~tch)
and when i perform, i walk in with ’bout fifteen rods (sticks)
glocky sing a lullaby, we send him past the stars (zoom)
[chorus]
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m~u~r~d~e~r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m~u~r~d~e~r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m~u~r~d~e~r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m~u~r~d~e~r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m~u~r~d~e~r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m~u~r~d~e~r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m~u~r~d~e~r, red rum)

[verse 3]
uh, murder what she wrote, my glock a freaky ho (freaky)
go against them flags, what you wan’ meet the reaper for? (meet me)
it’s me and quay savage rollin’ up this gg4 (my bro)
my lil’ b~tch got ass she use for bait to get the lo’ (huh?)
hit him with this stick, leave his sh~t flat like pizza dough
fiends all at my door, they back~to~back, they need some more (knock)
pocket~watchin’ n~ggas goin’ broke and and that sh~t sure
walk in and we take over your trap ’cause that sh~t slow (take over)
[chorus]
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m~u~r~d~e~r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m~u~r~d~e~r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m~u~r~d~e~r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m~u~r~d~e~r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m~u~r~d~e~r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m~u~r~d~e~r)
murder that she wrote (red rum)
murder that she wrote (m~u~r~d~e~r, red rum)


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