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lirik lagu jackboys & the scotts - homicide

[intro: playboi carti]
what? what? what? what?
(homixide, homixide, homixide)
what?

[verse 1: playboi carti]
i think that i’m losin’ my mind (what?)
i think that i’m losin’ my mind
i think i’m runnin’ outta time
can’t trust that b~tch this time (yeah)
i’m speedin’, i’m payin’ the fine (yeah)
i’m riding around with .45 (pshh)
i settin’ that b~tch on fire (bih)
i settin’ that b~tch on fire (homixide, homixide, homixide, what?)
i pour me a pint of that lean (yuh)
i love it, i’m breakin’ the seam (what?)
i’m fallin’ in love with codeine (codeine)
i gave that b~tch a curfew (curfew)
that b~tch too good, she curve you (what?)
two straps on me like urkel
this a demon b~tch, she curse you (what?)

[refrain: playboi carti & travis scott]
a whole lotta red on me (red)
their choppa done fell asleep (what?)
now he feelin’ heavenly (what?)
i’m pushin’ that sh~t, confetti
i’m swervin’ around in the chevy
fetti on fetti on fetti
fetti on fetti on fetti (its lit!)
[verse 2: travis scott & playboi carti]
turn it up, get me drunk, pop some bottles, feelin’ numb
if you hearin’ shots, then you better duck
i been poppin’ sh~t since i been with thug
play with two twos, b~tch i’m too cool
sapphire grills like it’s bluetooth
got a whole crew like it’s blues clues
vision way too blurry, who’s who
homixide, homixide (what?)
you know what you did isn’t right
take a hit, take a flight (yeah)
sleep thru the mornin`, and wake up by night
losin’ my sight
we bring out the rage, know it’s a riot (alright)
start up a fight (it’s lit)
lately i’ve been feelin` empty
think i’ll go another twenty
there’s a reason i been really petty
i don’t think anybody ever ready (straight up)
now i gotta take authority, i’ll tell these n~ggas when to speak
no event planner can afford me, they all needa get a lease (let’s go)

[chorus: travis scott & playboi carti]
plottin’ and schemin’ rage for no reason
i wanna fly in the sky, through the ceilin’
where you think you goin’, now that i caught you peepin’
all night (what?), all night murkin’ demons
[verse 3: central cee, travis scott, playboi carti]
alright (alright, alright)
i keep on stackin’ that queen (that queen)
was on the wing like heung min son
got out next day, still servin’ them fiends
gotta give thanks to mom, growin’ up always made sure i had my greens
on the m way doin’ 1~8~2 in a blacked~out urus, no lease
thank god it belong to me
thank god that i got it in pockets, from findin’ my pockets on all of these beats
i’m not your average civilian, made all these millions out of the streets
if i had to go be a kid again, i wouldn’t change a thing, love who i be
converse with one brazilian who made these millions out of the sheets (it’s lit)
it’s crazy (yeah), cuz she wanna still have central’s baby
and now i can’t let that phase me
on the a13 doin’ 180, cuz the opps try beyblade it
she must think clark kent is what my name is
cuz she tell me, “come save me!”
and i still went there, can’t blame me (alright)
had the whole world screamin’ “alright!”
still need me a kylie jenner
she tried tellin’ me that we’re both twinnin’
the tats on her hands, back then it was henna
step out the house smellin’ like opium (what?)
so the seats in the whip, all leather
makin’ that money when i’m on the strip
and i ain’t talkin ’bout changin’ the weather
[chorus: travis scott & playboi carti]
plottin’ and schemin’ rage for no reason
i wanna fly in the sky, through the ceilin’
where you think you goin’, now that i caught you peepin’
all night, all night murkin’ demons (what?)

[verse 4: travis scott]
one flight overseas
shawty beggin’ on her knees, “please, please”
poppin’ like yeat
nah this sh~t isn’t built for the weak
gettin’ high every day of the week
thankful every day is a feast
i don’t got no type, like them “black, asian, white”
she said if there ain’t no travis in her life, it ain’t right
and she right
do this sh~t too easy
millions on the weekly
i love when it get cheesy completely (let’s~)
on the go
pop an addy i wanna be fast
smoke it up when i’m tryna go slow
always first and i’m never in last
future told me “don’t f~ck with a hoe”
i don’t think about what’s in the past
but i might f~ck around on the low
so i move around wearin’ a mask

[refrain: playboi carti]
a whole lotta red on me
their choppa done fell asleep
now he feelin’ heavenly
i’m pushin’ that sh~t, confetti
i’m swervin’ around in the chevy
fetti on fetti on fetti
fetti on fetti on fetti

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