Lyrics

Bitch I be that murda', murda', killa' drug dealer I'm a murda', murda', killa', killa' drug dealer stealer Fuck you and fuck yo' name Fuck you and fuck all yo' pain Choppa' take the pain away Bullet to my fucking brain Act stupid, you getting beat, act drunk and we leave you slumped Stuff bodies inside my trunk, play god then send you up Inner beast in a cage in this e40 coupe You acting tough, you wanna ride? Let's get at it and shoot I got nothing to lose, oh, but I got product to move I'm a ghost in the club, I walk with blood on my boots This blood came from a fucker Who thought that Lone star was new Bad vibes kill wives, I'm a psycho, what's new? Bitch, I be that murda', murda', killa', drug dealer I'm a murda', murda', killa', killa', drug dealer stealer Fuck you and fuck yo' name Fuck you and fuck all yo' pain Choppa' take the pain away Bullet to my fucking brain Devil man, Devil man, Devil man, Devil man Quick sand, drown ya family if you short on my leaf Quick bands, I got safe bread that I keep overseas Snot and me got twin AMG's, this shit not new to me Blind as fuck, this ferry to hell equipped with leather seats It's hot as hell for murda', murda', killas, reapers and demon seeds I'm fine as hell, I can make yo' Grammy ma remember me Remember me, murda', murda', killas, reapers and demon seeds
Writer(s): Deus Lonestar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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