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murder mystery - hoodzilla lyrics

[intro]
(what up, what up, b)
(yeah, sh*t)

[chorus]
twenty*four, twenty*five, twenty*six
twenty*seven ass gonna twerk in front of me b*tch
gimme a call man, ain’t a big texter
shut the f*ck up, ain’t motherf*cking gangsta
sh*t
what i do? what i didn’t do?
nothing in my life gonna have concerning you
so don’t try to dig too deep
otherwise you, gonna have a look at your shoulders too

[verse 1]
started this sh*t with a rantin’
all of this opps tryna cappin’
think they can catch me in the lackin’?
boy, you should stick to the suckin’
you don’t know what am i
gonna fake your ass like a.i
gonna suck my d*ck? that’s g*ay
make up story sh*t? that’s cap
(hoe)
guess my voice’s like an angel
but don’t you know my mind’s diabolical
speak of my sh*t, it’s motivational
on some gen*z sh*t, oh sh*t
i’m suicidal b*tch, so what? (what!?)
ain’t give a f*ck about you
don’t give a f*ck about me
don’t give a f*ck ’bout everybody in this b*tch (b*tch)
i’ll be counting up the bag hmm (what?)
i’d be counting up my age from (what!?)
[chorus]
twenty*four, twenty*five, twenty*six
twenty*seven ass gonna twerk in front of me b*tch (b*tch!)
gimme a call man, ain’t a big texter
shut the f*ck up, ain’t motherf*cking gangsta
sh*t
what i do? what i didn’t do?
nothing in my life gonna have concerning you
so don’t try to dig too deep
otherwise you, gonna have a look at your shoulders too

[verse 2]
(b, why you venting ’bout sh*t in public man? it ain’t cool bro)
(nah man, last person is giving up, so i’mma make y’all too)
ok
i’ve been contemplating ’bout this murder
mystery giving me sleep disorder
i wanna be pro in shock absorber
but these assh0l* like to act reporter
i’ve been jumped in this sh*tshow
i’ve been called motherf*cking big show
i’ve been red, i’ve been deebo, what hoe?
watch some friday b*tch, that’s a goat show
lil hoe
don’t tell me what it is, ain’t f*cking with you
don’t talk to me lil b*tch, ain’t f*cking with you
everything changed lil b*tch, pop your head lil hoe (what!?)
listen up kids
shot my head with m4 (what!?)
[chorus]
twenty*four, twenty*five, twenty*six
twenty*seven ass gonna twerk in front of me b*tch (b*tch!)
gimme a call man, ain’t a big texter
shut the f*ck up, ain’t motherf*cking gangsta
sh*t
what i do? what i didn’t do?
nothing in my life gonna have concerning you
so don’t try to dig too deep
otherwise you*
b*tch
b*tch
(b*tch!)

- hoodzilla lyrics

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