MURDER RATE - Night Lovell

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Want my bread, I got plenty so they want me dead

I’m the best, all these niggas tryna break my neck

As I said, you my fire bitch, inside my bed

I won’t rest 'til these niggas fill my brain with lead

As a prince, I like showing all my diamonds dance

Peep my stance, all you pussies tryna catch a glance

She said, «What you sipping on?

I want some in my glass»

Sorry, baby, I can’t share this if you got no ass

It’s cool, if you hate me, bitch

Got you crying like a motherfucking baby, bitch

How the fuck you thought you was gon' be my lady, bitch?

If you talking 'bout you tryna have a baby, bitch

I ain’t a fool, you can’t play me, bitch

Want my digits, you gon' have to fucking pay me, bitch

Now she tryna tell me that she want a fucking pic

Only take a pic if shawty down to suck some dick

Most you niggas acting like you kinda scared of me

Got you shaking 'cause you never got ahead of me

All the shit ain’t really what it all appear to be

Stop the talking, pussy, all you niggas mini me’s

Your baby texting me like «Can you book a telly please?»

I don’t hesitate to give you all these luxuries

Got these niggas talking and these bitches on they knees

Want you motherfuckers off my dick, pretty please, yeah I say

Yo, say word, it’s you, fam

Yo, I’ve been looking for you everywhere

Tell me how it’s a been a crazy couple years since you dropped the album or

whatever

But, yo, it’s time for you to regain your throne, mans are acting soft and

silly out here fam

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