Double Homicide
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โฑ๏ธ 1:58 duration
๐ ID: 10272563
๐ Lyrics
Treat every nigga just like a Sloppy Joe
With cold words, bitch we only finna meet for bread
If you got a white fridge up in your crib
Then you the type of nigga that I leave for dead (hahaha)
'Cause I'm up in this bitch going crazy, in my bag daily
When I ch-ch, tote Glocks
I ain't talking no BBL but the body gone be bruised if you ever see a bitch post ops
Now let's get it, the K-O-U, the Glock British
I run up in your crib like "What's cookin' up in the skillet?" (sss)
I'm a motherfuckin' shooter 'til the bullets go through the ceiling
Drop a bag on a bitch like he fuckin' an ugly villain
He such a pussy, so plain, needs some flight, he gone (hahaha)
Them ain't no baby hairs, lil' bitch, they grown
All the white people just paused this song
'Cause I'm stealin' off niggas but the fist Black-owned
Now shut the fuck up and show me y'all will hold the spot
Double textin' this bitch like emotions hot
Call me Chris Sean Rock in the back how I pop
Them Bluefaces in your face, and this shit non-stop
Head, head, shoulders, knees and toes
I bet this bitch won't leave with those
When I pull out the Glock, locate the opps
Bitch I'm on your ass 'til your BBL pop
I said, I said, I said what the fuck I said (uh huh)
I saved my ex-nigga number under "moment of silence"
To me that nigga is dead (shh)
Itty-itty-bitty, when you're standing against me
I'm in your motherfuckin' city and I want every penny
It's no cap, no glizzy, I'ma work 'til I'm dizzy
The two pockets on me, look like they twin with Biggie
I mean all these hoes claiming that they big, I'm like "Mmm nah, no you ain't"
All that motherfuckin' cap, use it on the keyboard and I bet this bitch still be lowercase
He wanna row, row, row his boat
In my wet ass pussy, in my wet ass throat
Nigga tried to kiss me and then he lost hope
'Cause I hit the matrix all the way to the floor
Like nah, nah, nah, na-no (shh)
All thought all about a dead opps
Choppa' goin' dumber than the bitch
Think she know me just 'cause she know the sign of my fuckin' horoscope (grrah)
Grrah-grah-dah-dah-dah
Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (gang, gang)
Grrah-grah-dah-dah-dah
Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (gang, gang)
Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (gang, gang)
Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (gang, gang)
Bu-bu-bah-bah, motherfucker need a doctor-rah
With cold words, bitch we only finna meet for bread
If you got a white fridge up in your crib
Then you the type of nigga that I leave for dead (hahaha)
'Cause I'm up in this bitch going crazy, in my bag daily
When I ch-ch, tote Glocks
I ain't talking no BBL but the body gone be bruised if you ever see a bitch post ops
Now let's get it, the K-O-U, the Glock British
I run up in your crib like "What's cookin' up in the skillet?" (sss)
I'm a motherfuckin' shooter 'til the bullets go through the ceiling
Drop a bag on a bitch like he fuckin' an ugly villain
He such a pussy, so plain, needs some flight, he gone (hahaha)
Them ain't no baby hairs, lil' bitch, they grown
All the white people just paused this song
'Cause I'm stealin' off niggas but the fist Black-owned
Now shut the fuck up and show me y'all will hold the spot
Double textin' this bitch like emotions hot
Call me Chris Sean Rock in the back how I pop
Them Bluefaces in your face, and this shit non-stop
Head, head, shoulders, knees and toes
I bet this bitch won't leave with those
When I pull out the Glock, locate the opps
Bitch I'm on your ass 'til your BBL pop
I said, I said, I said what the fuck I said (uh huh)
I saved my ex-nigga number under "moment of silence"
To me that nigga is dead (shh)
Itty-itty-bitty, when you're standing against me
I'm in your motherfuckin' city and I want every penny
It's no cap, no glizzy, I'ma work 'til I'm dizzy
The two pockets on me, look like they twin with Biggie
I mean all these hoes claiming that they big, I'm like "Mmm nah, no you ain't"
All that motherfuckin' cap, use it on the keyboard and I bet this bitch still be lowercase
He wanna row, row, row his boat
In my wet ass pussy, in my wet ass throat
Nigga tried to kiss me and then he lost hope
'Cause I hit the matrix all the way to the floor
Like nah, nah, nah, na-no (shh)
All thought all about a dead opps
Choppa' goin' dumber than the bitch
Think she know me just 'cause she know the sign of my fuckin' horoscope (grrah)
Grrah-grah-dah-dah-dah
Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (gang, gang)
Grrah-grah-dah-dah-dah
Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (gang, gang)
Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (gang, gang)
Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (gang, gang)
Bu-bu-bah-bah, motherfucker need a doctor-rah
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:08.08] Treat every nigga just like a Sloppy Joe
[00:09.63] With cold words, bitch we only finna meet for bread
[00:11.59] If you got a white fridge up in your crib
[00:13.92] Then you the type of nigga that I leave for dead (hahaha)
[00:15.84] 'Cause I'm up in this bitch going crazy, in my bag daily
[00:18.23] When I ch-ch, tote Glocks
[00:19.91] I ain't talking no BBL but the body gone be bruised if you ever see a bitch post ops
[00:23.77] Now let's get it, the K-O-U, the Glock British
[00:25.67] I run up in your crib like "What's cookin' up in the skillet?" (sss)
[00:27.95] I'm a motherfuckin' shooter 'til the bullets go through the ceiling
[00:29.72] Drop a bag on a bitch like he fuckin' an ugly villain
[00:31.67] He such a pussy, so plain, needs some flight, he gone (hahaha)
[00:33.82] Them ain't no baby hairs, lil' bitch, they grown
[00:35.80] All the white people just paused this song
[00:37.84] 'Cause I'm stealin' off niggas but the fist Black-owned
[00:39.73] Now shut the fuck up and show me y'all will hold the spot
[00:41.78] Double textin' this bitch like emotions hot
[00:43.90] Call me Chris Sean Rock in the back how I pop
[00:45.71] Them Bluefaces in your face, and this shit non-stop
[00:47.91] Head, head, shoulders, knees and toes
[00:49.62] I bet this bitch won't leave with those
[00:51.32] When I pull out the Glock, locate the opps
[00:53.21] Bitch I'm on your ass 'til your BBL pop
[00:55.19] I said, I said, I said what the fuck I said (uh huh)
[00:57.17] I saved my ex-nigga number under "moment of silence"
[00:59.87] To me that nigga is dead (shh)
[01:02.05] Itty-itty-bitty, when you're standing against me
[01:03.32] I'm in your motherfuckin' city and I want every penny
[01:04.78] It's no cap, no glizzy, I'ma work 'til I'm dizzy
[01:06.71] The two pockets on me, look like they twin with Biggie
[01:08.52] I mean all these hoes claiming that they big, I'm like "Mmm nah, no you ain't"
[01:11.84] All that motherfuckin' cap, use it on the keyboard and I bet this bitch still be lowercase
[01:15.35] He wanna row, row, row his boat
[01:16.71] In my wet ass pussy, in my wet ass throat
[01:18.86] Nigga tried to kiss me and then he lost hope
[01:20.59] 'Cause I hit the matrix all the way to the floor
[01:22.13] Like nah, nah, nah, na-no (shh)
[01:23.77] All thought all about a dead opps
[01:25.45] Choppa' goin' dumber than the bitch
[01:27.10] Think she know me just 'cause she know the sign of my fuckin' horoscope (grrah)
[01:29.42] Grrah-grah-dah-dah-dah
[01:30.76] Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (gang, gang)
[01:32.78] Grrah-grah-dah-dah-dah
[01:34.15] Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (gang, gang)
[01:35.46] Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (gang, gang)
[01:37.60] Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (gang, gang)
[01:39.28] Bu-bu-bah-bah, motherfucker need a doctor-rah
[01:42.33]
[00:09.63] With cold words, bitch we only finna meet for bread
[00:11.59] If you got a white fridge up in your crib
[00:13.92] Then you the type of nigga that I leave for dead (hahaha)
[00:15.84] 'Cause I'm up in this bitch going crazy, in my bag daily
[00:18.23] When I ch-ch, tote Glocks
[00:19.91] I ain't talking no BBL but the body gone be bruised if you ever see a bitch post ops
[00:23.77] Now let's get it, the K-O-U, the Glock British
[00:25.67] I run up in your crib like "What's cookin' up in the skillet?" (sss)
[00:27.95] I'm a motherfuckin' shooter 'til the bullets go through the ceiling
[00:29.72] Drop a bag on a bitch like he fuckin' an ugly villain
[00:31.67] He such a pussy, so plain, needs some flight, he gone (hahaha)
[00:33.82] Them ain't no baby hairs, lil' bitch, they grown
[00:35.80] All the white people just paused this song
[00:37.84] 'Cause I'm stealin' off niggas but the fist Black-owned
[00:39.73] Now shut the fuck up and show me y'all will hold the spot
[00:41.78] Double textin' this bitch like emotions hot
[00:43.90] Call me Chris Sean Rock in the back how I pop
[00:45.71] Them Bluefaces in your face, and this shit non-stop
[00:47.91] Head, head, shoulders, knees and toes
[00:49.62] I bet this bitch won't leave with those
[00:51.32] When I pull out the Glock, locate the opps
[00:53.21] Bitch I'm on your ass 'til your BBL pop
[00:55.19] I said, I said, I said what the fuck I said (uh huh)
[00:57.17] I saved my ex-nigga number under "moment of silence"
[00:59.87] To me that nigga is dead (shh)
[01:02.05] Itty-itty-bitty, when you're standing against me
[01:03.32] I'm in your motherfuckin' city and I want every penny
[01:04.78] It's no cap, no glizzy, I'ma work 'til I'm dizzy
[01:06.71] The two pockets on me, look like they twin with Biggie
[01:08.52] I mean all these hoes claiming that they big, I'm like "Mmm nah, no you ain't"
[01:11.84] All that motherfuckin' cap, use it on the keyboard and I bet this bitch still be lowercase
[01:15.35] He wanna row, row, row his boat
[01:16.71] In my wet ass pussy, in my wet ass throat
[01:18.86] Nigga tried to kiss me and then he lost hope
[01:20.59] 'Cause I hit the matrix all the way to the floor
[01:22.13] Like nah, nah, nah, na-no (shh)
[01:23.77] All thought all about a dead opps
[01:25.45] Choppa' goin' dumber than the bitch
[01:27.10] Think she know me just 'cause she know the sign of my fuckin' horoscope (grrah)
[01:29.42] Grrah-grah-dah-dah-dah
[01:30.76] Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (gang, gang)
[01:32.78] Grrah-grah-dah-dah-dah
[01:34.15] Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (gang, gang)
[01:35.46] Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (gang, gang)
[01:37.60] Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (gang, gang)
[01:39.28] Bu-bu-bah-bah, motherfucker need a doctor-rah
[01:42.33]