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It's a murder, baby, look away Look what they brought to me I'm too busy, don't acknowledge hate I know they follow me A model with a pretty face She wanna swallow me Like, girl, I know it's Saturday But I can change ya week I'm so bad runnin' off that road or somethin' Come here, get closer, yeah Buddy act like I ain't show him nothin' Nigga, you my oldest son Fu-fu-fu-fuck the opps, we finna whack 'em and go back to jail In a huddle, call 'em Brady, think these niggas 12 Swear that bitch gon' hustle for that ring just like JaVale You can take me out the hood, I still got clientele Put my phone on DND until I get a Zelle I stay talkin' 'bout my problems like y'all even care, uh They ain't ready, they ain't ready (Yeah) They ain't even get it, she ain't even get it Time will tell, time will tell Time to keep it steady, time to keep it steady, yeah 'Cause shit get crazy when I'm not home Letras de cancionesAnd she act different when she all alone Kept you waitin' up for way too long Is it worth it? Guess we'll never know Tried to tell you that the truth hurts Now I put you in the coupe first Wish I never even knew her Really, I should get reimbursed It's a murder, baby, look away Look what they brought to me I'm too busy, don't acknowledge hate I know they follow me A model with a pretty face She wanna swallow me Like, girl, I know it's Saturday But I can change ya week I'm so bad runnin' off that road or somethin' Come here, get closer, yeah Buddy act like I ain't show him nothin' Nigga, you my oldest son Fu-fu-fu-fuck the opps, we finna whack 'em and go back to jail In a huddle, call 'em Brady, think these niggas 12 You can take me out the hood, I still got clientele Buddy say he havin' racks, well, shit, I couldn't tell I just took her down to Lenox in a blue Chevelle Told the label pay me now or you can go to Hell [?] On the road, it's been a long day I can't do it, no, like frog eyes Just like some soldiers, they all small guys It's a murder, baby, look away Look what they brought to me I'm too busy, don't acknowledge hate I know they follow me A model with a pretty face She wanna swallow me Like, girl, I know it's Saturday But I can change ya week I'm so bad runnin' off that road or somethin' Come here, get closer, yeah Buddy act like I ain't show him nothin' Nigga, you my oldest son Fu-fu-fu-fuck the opps, we finna whack 'em and go back to jail In a huddle, call 'em Brady, think these niggas 12 (12) From Letras Mania