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Текст (слова) песни: Gangsta Boo - Kill, Kill, Kill, Murder, Murder, Murder

Chorus x2
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
40-40 cal, watch a nigga hurt a
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
40 fuckin` cal, watch a nigga hurta

(Gangsta Boo)
On the other side of town
Blake Haven bound
Where I`m found
Ain`t nobody bloody
Angels sayin`, must be hell bound
Everybody on that liqour
Bangsta Boo is right up with ya
Can`t you see your picked a picture perfect
Now it`s time to get you
Come with me
So you can see the side
Of the dark niggas
Claimin` hard
Be left with body parts in the yard
Bitch I got you scared
Unless you prepared to take the test
Hope you study hard
When this go fly through your fuckin` vest
Never be as clever as I
I`m on the level come high
High till the day that I die
Or will you kiss me good bye
I`m bout it, whatever bitch
You wanna get some of this
You be the one that get your ass kicked
Quick in the dick
I`ll put your ass inn a trunk
In the city of bump
I might not lock up the door
Blaze a crystal blunt
I`m in the studio loot
Doin` a race on this track
Some with me (??)
I got it locked like that

Chorus x2

I got this shit locked tight
Ain`t no keepin` me out
You cannot see is
So when I tell you somethin` bitch
You best believe it
I swear you shouldn`t battle with me
I`m like a pimple
I pop up out of no where
On your ass so simple
I`m laid back on this track
I figure you feelin` nigga
Throw your setts in the air (throw your setts in the air)
Scrip your killas and killas
About your dealas on the block
Makin` money that`s right
About the ladies on the real lookin` for a late night
Don`t be surprised when you see me
Cause I (??) at the world
To all you top notch niggas
Or material girls
They call me lady maybe baby
I gets jiggy with mine
I`m feelin` fine on the rise
Prophet Posse behind
I`m 18 98 flowin` all of my flows
So bitch imagine how I sound
When I`m 20 years old
We so so def like Jermaine
But bitch we tearin` it up
The number one hit song
Of the banned and closed

Chorus

 

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