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murder she wrote - snotty nose rez kids lyrics

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[yung trybez]
aye, dis murder she wrote
pen game stupid, get lost in the notes
and it’s cold where we from, minus twenty no joke
lemme get a li’l soak in the river, lemme float like
uhh, li’l boat, li’l boat, lemme boast
god d*mn you da most
baahhaahhaa, that’s goat talk bro
baahhaahhaa, that’s a quote for you, bro

i been going witta flow, white gold when i p*ss
one thing about me boy, i ain’t never miss
i got water in my veins, i got money in my bank
i just had a lil drank, now i’m talking witta lisp
aye, yo, say it ain’t so
heard you still mad bro, it’s getting kinda old
an’ it’s getting kinda cold, lemme take a li’l dip
i just filled up the tank, lemme take a li’l trip, like (wooh)

[hook]
ya, murder she wrote
you k!lling me smalls
i’m more deadly than dope
like (wooh), ya, murder she wrote
sliding my finger right under my throat like (wooh, ya)
murder she wrote
we in ‘dis fa life, murder she wrote (wooh, ya)
murder she wrote
she cut like a knife, murder she wrote (like wooh)

[travis thompson]
murder she wrote, it was manslaughter
a lot of schemes, dreams, smoking on my man prada
travel budget, passport stamp h**rder
film it on the camcorder, baby show me something i ain’t see yet

wave started, you ain’t get your feet wet
ten toes on the cement, where you see it’s
the boy, who the pick instead of you
say you talking money? sh*t, way ahead of you

kick sh*t like fc’s, i show up for set fees
cult leader, portrait on the flesh so she rep me
whole fam cute, got a blessed tree
i need more action and less speak

i’m about that right now, i show up its lights out
live an unemployed paid ass lifestyle
they gotta talk to me nice now
murder she wrote, it ain’t nothin i’ma fight about
[hook]

[young d]
hume
told my baby that we on (yeah)
i’m a boujee native, baby, tell me what you want
now we getting money, we can spend it how we want
little italy to italy, my baby girl we gone

i’ma speak the truth whenever i get on patron (yeah)
if i’m being honest, i can’t promise that i won’t (ha)
i’m tired of being modest, neechie, tell me am i wrong? (nope)
i’m high up where 2pac is, leave a message at the tone

hume
treat myself today
got a real ass neechie in the house today (yeah, like)
hmm
shimmy yam, shimmy yay
look, i been raw raw like i never bag it up okay (mmm)

uh, drippy like wap (wap, wap, wap)
long hair, no small talk (small talk)
i do the d*mn thang in my coat
til the fat lady sing, this a murder she wrote, ya’ll know
[hook]

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