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Kodak Black - MURDER MYSTERY [Official Visualizer]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew O'Brien
Andrew O'Brien
Songwriter
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Jesus Bobe
Jesus Bobe
Songwriter
Nicholas Solis
Nicholas Solis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Ayo B
Ayo B
Producer
Dr. Zeuz
Dr. Zeuz
Producer
Denzel Richards
Denzel Richards
Recording Engineer
Dyryk
Dyryk
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Murder mystery Homicides, it don't mean shit to me Mamas cry, the pain I feel to see Unreal, but death can't stick to me Murder magnet Murder mystery Homicides, it don't mean shit to me Mamas cry, the pain I feel to see Unreal, but death can't stick to me Murder magnet Bring your soul to me Know you here, the dog's howlin' Outside your house, the reaper's callin' Why don't you answer? Wishin' death on me, return to sender No matter how tall 'cause life gettin' sick and short I pray that I ball, don't wanna be goin' to court Whatever they plot, you know me, it won't work They broke my heart But the heartbreaks ain't even hurt They sent shots this way and everybody fled Niggas tryna kill me, but I'm already dead I expand my horizons, I'm in Arizona I don't wanna die again Especially not from my corona Don't let the toxicity divide who you are 'Cause you a star You got a good heart, this industry'll sour you When it's a privilege for them to even encounter you Murder mystery Homicides, it don't mean shit to me Mamas cry, the pain I feel to see Unreal, but death can't stick to me Murder magnet Murder mystery Homicides, it don't mean shit to me Mamas cry, the pain I feel to see Unreal, but death can't stick to me Murder magnet Heard he had his dick in his mouth when they found him I'm slidin' Hellcat, it got my heart drivin' Pray to God he reveal everything them niggas was plottin' They keep askin' for money like I'm a money fountain I ain't had no counselin' Just some fucked up OGs Nigga dissed me, woe And I shot him, he told on me I pop Percs and pop pistols But I don't smoke and don't drink Every time they got a death wish, they call on me I take care of the hood 'Cause I know sometimes it get hard 'Fore I let a nigga kill me I'll go out like Big Scarr Breakin' hearts, tearin' families apart I'm the Valentine massacre I got murders you ain't hear about I got murders they could never solve Can't wait 'til my brother Cool get out It's been a whole ten I know you can't believe it all I'm a grown man Murder mystery Homicides, it don't mean shit to me Mamas cry, the pain I feel to see Unreal, but death can't stick to me Murder magnet Murder mystery Homicides, it don't mean shit to me Mamas cry, the pain I feel to see Unreal, but death can't stick to me Murder magnet
Writer(s): Bill Kapri, Jesus Bobe, Andrew O'brien, Nicholas Solis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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