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Doja Clik

Call Me A Murdera

  mobb music  california  stockton
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Текст песни Doja Clik - Call Me A Murdera

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Call me a murderer
Motherfucking killa
High off that bong
Kill Cali thrilla
Though you can`t kill a g
Let alone see a g
Killn` motherfuckers in the first degree
Always down to jack cause I`m down for mine
Tryin` to make my bail
Cause I`m Hard On Da Grind
Fool it`s that shit that`s on hit
Makin` suckas sick
Playa hatas wanna trip
Then I gotta get my glock
Watch these suckas flocke
Watch these suckas flocke
Stay off my jock
If I catch a fool who`s out to get me
Off with the head
Like a chicken with no wings
Cook his ass up
Feed him to my kid
Cause I`m sick
With the shit I spit bitch man
I can`t fade silly bustas I hate
Take him to my dungeon
Decide their fate
Wait 24, the next night I go
Back to the place
Where the lost souls rome
Get up real close
Look at our eyes
See fear of another
Waiting to die
I still don`t give a fuck about death
Killin` fools just for fun
Until I breathe my last breath
Darkness lurks through my mind
It`s hard to find a light
I`m a killa so I can`t be kind
Frite night every night
For a sucka punk motherfucker
Kill him slow
Like a rock to a clucker
Bustas recognize look me in the eye
And see death
Step into my game without a ref
I bless you with the dose to your tongue
Make you see visions of death
People hung
I come from the dungeons of doja
Put a stick of dinamite in your mouth
And explode ya
I should be dead
Talkin` is crazy
But there hasn`t been a sucka yet to fade me
Maybe I`ll return
Resurrect myself
Come back and take away his health and his wealth
Causes found they drama
Give his ass trama
Let them playa hatas know that I`m a
Crazy lunatic that`s back from the grave
Take him to my dungeons
Make em all my slaves
I don`t have no love
My mind is full of hate
When I know I`m goin
Murder damn I can`t wait
But I keep calm to do my job right
I know in my mind some suckers die tonight
I might let me live
Let him live in fear
But I never let it go pass the fucking year
People come to me, ask me if I`m sick
Yes I`m crazier than (??)
Bustas don`t you trip
Bustas I know you hear me so eat dicks up
If I catch you slippin` fools I`m choppin` your fuckin` (??) up
Then I rat-tat-tat-tat on that ass
Will I have to blast, If I got you bare handed
Breakin` aint thinkin` it hard test
And if you get away, that doesn`t mean shit
Cause I`ll catch ya, stick my hand in your (?)
And laugh at cha
(??) with the shit man
I kinda hate myself, cause I`m a crazy lunatic
Rippin` up bodies (yeah)
Kill them like molly
Down to get naughty when I`m drinkin` a (?)
It`s gonna be a murder at midnight
Plus I got mint, tow up, go on the act right
Motherfucker....gone

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