Cymphonique Miller - Murda She Wrote | Текст песни

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lin' 'em, I'm killin' 'emShoe game so sick, I'm killin' 'em
I'm killin' 'em, I'm killin' 'em
Designer everything, I'm killin' 'em

Hating behind my back, yeah I'm talking to you
Already know you getting mad when I walk in the booth
The only reason you be hating is cause I'm tellin' the truth
Forget the stash spot a little put the weapon to use
Yeah and what's the reason for having a stash?
You callin' yourself "gangsta gangsta" and ain't gon blast it
Pul the mic out, bet you all the haters gon show love
And they empty they pockets like the dudes at the strip clubs
Some of these artist think they blazin', I don't get it
Cause I'm somethin' like a Bentley coupe you somethin' like a civic
A pretty girl but G'd up with the thugs
Got a house in L.A. but the south in my blood
Catch me on the stage, catch me on the block
Make the game say ughh just like my pop
I be rollin' in the drop, especially then it's hot
It's Louis and Varsace from the bottom to the top

I'm killin' 'em, I'm killin' 'em
Shoe game so sick, I'm killin' 'em
I'm killin' 'em, I'm killin' 'em
Designer everything, I'm killin' 'em

Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote

Got them haters mad at me cause I'm young and I'm hot
Turn they nose up when they see the diamonds and the watch
A&R's don't like me, they see me climbing to the top
They say the industry full, well I done took me a spot
My whole team comin' with me, I'm Lebron on the clutch
Trinidad James, all gold everything that I touch
Knock it off, you can't compare me to them lames
While you chickens layin' eggs I done murdered the game
Snapback so sick, call me the new era
Panamera Porshe, windows dark as mascara
I ain't tryna fall off like the last chick did
Can't walk in these designer shoes cause y'all just kids
One thing on ya mind should be keepin' from getting locked up
Two - stop worrying bout me and get yo guap up
Three, four and five - don't be no hater
I body bag them grand black stones, oakland raiders

I'm killin' 'em, I'm killin' 'em
Shoe game so sick, I'm killin' 'em
I'm killin' 'em, I'm killin' 'em
Designer everything, I'm killin' 'em

Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote

I just murdered this beat but I ain't no rapper… I'm the forst R&B trapper


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