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Aye, it's that murder talk It's that murder walk right there Ouuh, it's that murder talk Ouuh, it's that murder talk Oh wait, that's that murder walk Ouuh, this that murder talk Run 'round the city with that Draco (With that Draco) Opps lookin' for me, where they at though? (Like where they at, though?) My killers move in silence, strike when I say so (Bang) Dead body on the corner, that's a case closed Hot boy, hot boy, top boy, my top killers, yeah Hop out, run-down, stand over, we straight to killin', yeah Fuck your neighborhood hero, my niggas villains, yeah I got a bad bitch named Glocky, she got extensions, yeah Them demons inside me, they beggin' to come up out me (Ouuh) My nigga so ruthless, on sight he'll catch a body (Boom) I cut my main nigga off 'cause he wasn't slidin' behind it They killed my brothers and they shot me You know how I feel about it Them pussy bitches, they gon' pay for what they did (They gon' pay) Brand new AR, I came to split a nigga wig (Pow) Blood in my eyes and I'm screamin' redrum (Redrum) Fuck nigga, I know who shot me, bitch I'm just playin' dumb (Bitch) Fuck nigga, I know who shot me, bitch I'm just playin' dumb This a choppa bullets, but this a handgun Letras de cancionesI was done off in that ho when I had my threesome (Okay) That bitch gave me head, but I couldn't even cum Watch me run I'm a lover and a fighter, plus a killer, yeah (Plus a killer, yeah) Strictly about violence, when we serve up in ya section, yeah We kept 'em back ends, them choppas clappin', them killers dangerous Them traps jumpin' them fiends fiendin', them phone's rangin' See I'm a lover and a fighter, plus a killer, yeah We kept 'em back ends, them choppas clappin', them killers dangerous That trap jumpin' them fiends fiendin', them phone's rangin' Woah, that's that murder talk (Murder talk) Woah, it's that murder talk (It's that murder talk) Hold on, wait, hold on, wait, it's that murder walk (Murder walk) Hold on, wait, it's that murder walk Every killer that I rode with, them niggas dangerous Shoot a nigga close range, don't need to aim it (Don't need to aim it) Black bags, toe tags, I leave 'em brainless (Yeah) Ain't nothin' I ain't did in these streets, bet you can name it I'm ATK, we spin they block, we'll send out plenty shots Rudeboy, Don Dada, he got two Glocks He's a mad man, you don't know who finna drop He's a bad man, thug life, he feel like 2Pac I'm a lover and a fighter, plus a killer, yeah (Plus a killer, yeah) Strictly about violence, when we serve up in ya section, yeah We kept 'em back ends, them choppas clappin', them killers dangerous Them traps jumpin' them fiends fiendin', them phone's rangin' See I'm a lover and a fighter, plus a killer, yeah We kept 'em back ends, them choppas clappin', them killers dangerous That trap jumpin' them fiends fiendin', them phone's rangin' That murder talk, ouuh, it's that murder talk Ouuh, it's that murder talk Hold on, wait, hold on, wait, it's that murder walk (Bang) From Letras Mania