Night Lovell - MURDER RATE Lyrics

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Want my bread, I got plenty so they want me dead
I'm the best, all these niggas tryna break my neck
As I said you my fire bitch, inside my bed
I won't rest 'til these niggas fill my brain with lead
As a prince I like showing all my diamonds dance
Peep my stance all you pussies tryna catch a glance
She said "What you sippin' on? I want some in my glass"
Sorry baby, I can't share this if you got no ass

It's cool, if you hate me bitch
Got you crying like a motherfucking baby bitch
How the fuck you thought you was gon' be my lady, bitch
If you talking 'bout you tryna have a baby, bitch
I ain't a fool, you can't play me bitch
Want my digits you gon' have to fucking pay me, bitch
Now she tryna tell me that she want a fucking pic
Only take a pic if shawty down to suck some dick
Most of you niggas acting like you kinda scared of me
Got you shaking 'cause you never got ahead of me
All the shit ain't really what it all appeared to be
Stop the talking pussy, all you niggas mini me's
Your baby texting me like "Can you book a telly please?"
I don't hesitate to give you all these luxuries
Got these niggas talking and these bitches on they knees
Want you motherfuckers off my dick, pretty please, yeah I say

Yo, say a word, it's you fam
Yo, I've been looking for you everywhere
Tell me how it's a been a crazy couple years since you dropped the album or whatever
But yo it's time for you to regain your throne, mans are acting soft and silly out here fam
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