Homicide

Lil Durk

(Bueller) My nigga Pharris Life Ain't No Joke Victoriouz Keep your eyes open, nigga Be careful with bitches All these bitches is diggers They say she love you forever Next thing be fuckin' your nigga Need a bitch to get with it That's why I need me a Misses I just fuck her and pass her I might slide her some Fendi Shorty say she three-hunnid And she all 'bout daddy She said she scared of them d-boys Well shorty, that's how I'm livin' Either fame or cars, it wouldn't make me no difference I just caught me a bird, and I ain't talkin' 'bout Twitter Light skin redbone Peanut butter, no choc' Or maybe cool as a fan, or either darker than Tai This the life that I'm livin', I want part of it all I'm like a star to a mall, so I Target 'em all Dolce & Gabbana Gucci, Louis, and Prada True Religions, and Rockins Ralph Lauren and Robbins Ain't gotta stunt 'cause I got 'em Soon as they drop it I cop it Lead the lot with a foreign Finna go slide on my foreign 2013, I got it Last two years I've been trappin' You addicted to bitches, and I'm addicted to rappin' All white Pelle is leather lookin' just like a napkin All my niggas, they drillin', they say that we be trappin' Let's get it Homicide, homicide, it's a homicide Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide First 48 in real life it's a homicide He in the morgue, always snitchin', or he traumatized Homicide, homicide, it's a homicide Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide First 48 in real life, 'fore he homicide He in the morgue, always snitchin', or he traumatized I cut the lock off Like champagne tops, I pop off Free Reggie and free Lil Charles K9 blitz, they some dogs That MAC'll knock his top off That SF said, "Drop his top off" Run up and you get dropped off LL-button-up-Cool J My diamonds red like Kool-Aid My Rollie watch say, "Too late" I'm mad as head like toupees A lot of niggas fugazi I'm in the trap like 2 Chainz, 'cept I got like four chains Police snatched say no names You talkin', you get duct tape What's like to have that buttface These hoes they in a duck race Fuck me, then fuck BJ Shout out to the DJ In the field where we play You pussys better behave I'm runnin' home like relays Let's get it Homicide, homicide, it's a homicide Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide First 48 in real life it's a homicide He in the morgue, always snitchin', or he traumatized Homicide, homicide, it's a homicide Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide First 48 in real life, 'fore he homicide He in the morgue, always snitchin', or he traumatized Free Twin Free Bruh Bruh

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