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I don't know shit about no murder got to keep my mouth closed Just got a brand new Desert Eagle with a cutter that fold Shower in bleach rip up the car, make sure you burn all the clothes My youngin down to shoot to kill just for a line of some coke Sending texts to all the opps like yeah we want all the smoke We up by six, they down by two, they need the go fix the score Pop out wit' poles, told 'em I won't spare no kids or no hoes Put on the pedal, heavy metal, send some shots through yo' clothes Take off his nose None of my niggas gon' bend, break, or fold Clutchin' cutters, me and my brothers ridin' 'round smoking dope I got a drop on all the opps, hope you don't think that you Low This ain't no threat, bitch this a promise, when I catch you case closed Money fold, dope sold Those soldier caught a body but told Spent forty thousand on some diamonds, got my mouth lookin' froze You sippin' lean, that's not prescription, got 'em comin' by loads Lord knows, walk in the mall and spend ten thousand on clothes I don't know shit about no murder got to keep my mouth closed Just got a brand new Desert Eagle with a cutter that fold Shower in bleach rip up the car, make sure you burn all the clothes My youngin down to shoot to kill just for a line of some coke Sending texts to all the opps like yeah we want all the smoke We up by six, they down by two, they need the go fix the score Letras de cancionesPop out wit' poles, told 'em I won't spare no kids or no hoes Put on the pedal, heavy metal, send some shots through yo' clothes I bought a chopper then I filled it up, I catch 'em, Imma fill 'em up Walk down, headshots, Hit the corner' rip 'em up Y'all better listen to the words I say, we livin' in our last days Point blank, pooh, 6 cigarettes and ash trays I don't know shit about no murder got to keep my mouth closed Just got a brand new Desert Eagle with a cutter that fold Shower in bleach rip up the car, make sure you burn all the clothes My youngin down to shoot to kill just for a line of some coke Sending texts to all the opps like yeah we want all the smoke We up by six, they down by two, they need the go fix the score Pop out wit' poles, told 'em I won't spare no kids or no hoes Put on the pedal, heavy metal, send some shots through yo' clothes From Letras Mania