Murder she Wrote
LungzYellowBlue7 Plays
•31 Jul 2019
listen up, first off fuck the industry and anybody spitten whack, layed back but stay strapped, will blow off you have cap, no time for weak rhyme so my grind, produce stacks, yellow blue, make green bitch, thought that y'all knew that, nigguh u don't want it lungz let's be honest, never run, pull that gun, steady dumpin out rockets, lungz a fool, on the cool I'm just tryna be modest, bang blue, five deuce, that's the crew we the hottest, Lungz, Droopie, T-rock, and we all chart toppers, steady crippin, not pimpin, but we still pop collars, out to get dollars, ain't worried about no boppers, we some real life robbers, saying "no sir your honor", ahahahaha, and I don't have favorites, anyone get the smoke, laugh on the track, though I'm not telling jokes, I'm just tryna get paid, and ride 84 spokes, must admit, that this music shit, ain't my last hope, I'll be damned if u think I'm going back to selling dope, got my wife and our kids and no time to be broke, matta fact, fuck with that, your existence revoked, call it murder she wrote, and get turned to a ghost bitch...
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clean brother...clea
listen up, first off fuck the industry and anybody spitten whack, layed back but stay strapped, will blow off you have cap, no time for weak rhyme so my grind, produce stacks, yellow blue, make green bitch, thought that y'all knew that, nigguh u don't want it lungz let's be honest, never run, pull that gun, steady dumpin out rockets, lungz a fool, on the cool I'm just tryna be modest, bang blue, five deuce, that's the crew we the hottest, Lungz, Droopie, T-rock, and we all chart toppers, steady crippin, not pimpin, but we still pop collars, out to get dollars, ain't worried about no boppers, we some real life robbers, saying "no sir your honor", ahahahaha, and I don't have favorites, anyone get the smoke, laugh on the track, though I'm not telling jokes, I'm just tryna get paid, and ride 84 spokes, must admit, that this music shit, ain't my last hope, I'll be damned if u think I'm going back to selling dope, got my wife and our kids and no time to be broke, matta fact, fuck with that, your existence revoked, call it murder she wrote, and get turned to a ghost bitch...
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