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lirik lagu kenzo balla - murder

[intro]
ah
every opp shot, everything dead
like, what? (d~mn, brxy, you made this?)
ah (n~n~night)
grrah
every opp shot
ah

[chorus]
what’s the vibes? tryna catch us a murder
tryna catch an oy and petey a gerber
hollows flippin’ his v, no burger
oh, he on the strip with his b~tch? i’ma hurt her
i’m outside of his crib, i’m a lurker
pdl, come out your crib, i’ma murk ya
ebk, b~tch, anybody get burnt up
i was thirteen with my knock tryna turn up (like, ah)

[verse]
i’ma hop out on b~tch, i’ma run down
kenzo the balla that love makin’ gun sounds
five shots out the chop, get you gunned down
wokkies with me, so we carryin’ dumb rounds (n~gga, what?)
all the opps catchin’ bullets like touchdowns
i’m on the 5, you get hit if you come ’round (blaow, blaow)
bro fourteen, catch a hit for a bust down
forty gon’ f~ck up his ear, this sh~t dumb loud (ah)
now i’m back on that sh~t, i don’t know why these dayroom n~ggas tryna diss
how thе f~ck do these n~ggas evеn run they lips? (like, how?)
i ain’t never get touched, i ain’t never get hit
really had n~ggas runnin’ down they strip
beat a n~gga bad because he trip
citizens app know an opp got spliffed
still free tg, mr. up it and cl!ck, like, what? (free tg)
when i spin on the drill, i get crazy
mr. unidentified, talkin’ like swayze
shots hit his body, he walkin’ all lazy
n~ggas did bad just for talkin’ on jb
don’t talk, just blow like an ac
my shot is immaculate, they call me kd (ah)
but don’t get it f~cked up, b~tch, i’m kb (ah)
b~tch totin’ knock, take ’em back like she jt (ah)
i’m the shooter and rayy b the driver
when we cl!ck through both, n~ggas know we them sliders
up the toolie, switch him like a plier
n~ggas don’t be sendin’ no shots, n~ggas liars
hit his face, leave him flat like a tire
oh, they movin’ wocky? then, b~tch, i’ma fire
everything dead, don’t get lit like a lighter
we ootin’ for free, ain’t no murder for hire
like, oh my god, let’s talk about nay
dummy caught a hollow to the face (dead opps)
smokin’ on frontstreet, wayne got me laced
could’ve [?] pick up the pace
oyk, still smokin’ on caine
pop out, let’s play, like
go and get back for your gang
notti been died and they ain’t do a thing
and it’s on bro, i know where n~ggas live
don’t make me start poppin’ out to n~ggas’ cribs
up the beam and put it on his wig
we them demons, don’t gotta talk on what we did (at all)
catch a creeper, treat him like a kid
i ain’t smokin’ on rah no more, that n~gga mid
if the scene lookin’ sloppy, you know we stood
tryna aim for his spine, bullets f~cked up his rip
i’m with rayy b cl!ckin’ on anything
anyone run up on me, i’ma let it ring
doa, b~tch, we dumpin’ on anything
head tap gang, but we aimin’ straight for the brain
can’t shoot from a distance, i’m tryna get up close and get him finished
clear the scene up, i can’t leave a witness
flock up his body, he gone off the hit list
put the beam on the glock
all the o’s gettin’ dropped, how it’s shoot or get shot?
and it’s lit if you f~ck with the opps
you jackin’ the opps, better duck with the opps, like
why these n~ggas rappin’ what they not? these n~ggas ain’t never put on for they block
jack the lam, you get put in a box
and this thirty~one [?], i’ma dump every shot, like
[chorus]
what’s the vibes? tryna catch us a murder
tryna catch an oy and petey a gerber
hollows flippin’ his v, no burger
oh, he on the strip with his b~tch? i’ma hurt her
i’m outside of his crib, i’m a lurker
pdl, come out your crib, i’ma murk ya
ebk, b~tch, anybody get burnt up
i was thirteen with my knock tryna turn up (ah)

[outro]
grrah
grrah~grrah, boom
every opp shot
like, ah
like, 5z on top
like, what?
every opp shot, everything dead, grrah
free tg (what?), free keme
free duwop (ah), free wesdot (ah)
free huntaa (ah), free pdot, free kay flock, like, what?

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