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• Artiste: Chetta
• Titre: Murder He Wrote
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Woah... Hit the road Windows frozen I'm ghost Overdose Do the most When I pour Murder he wrote, wrote Full of that dope, dope Get smoked, smoked Eye through the scope, scope Riding low, low Sitting on low pro They holla woah woah When I hit the north shore In my zone, zone Eyes on the po, po Savage mode, mode Lil cut-throat, throat Yeah you know I'm riding With my head up high Another day they Tryna take my pride Step aside Let me fortify Aye Bust they hеad, with the forty-five Hot drop Drop top Top drop Bullets dropping 'causе they hot Slicky empty out the clip You see these cuts on my wrist Life a bitch Kife slit God-damn, I can't lie, I'm fucking sick Purple got me feeling funny Blood money Fifty thousand dollar diamonds I ain't bust out yet Creeping, you can't see me ducking In the corner Paint wet With that choppa on my lap That's a bet Hit the road Windows frozen I'm ghost Overdose Do the most When I pour Murder he wrote, wrote Full of that dope, dope Get smoked, smoked Eye through the scope, scope Riding low, low Sitting on low pro They holla woah woah When I hit the north shore In my zone, zone Eyes on the po, po Savage mode, mode Lil cut-throat, throat Break me down to pieces You know all my rights, yeah I could never change up Never switch my side, yeah Split a couple xans Till we feel alright, yeah Smoking out the pound Oh, that's they feature price, yeah When I die, bury me where they don't go Pull up cold on the scene With my eyes low Savage mode, cut-throat, let em know (let em know !) Let 'em know I want that Mother fucking smoke, smoke I been outchea getting throwed On the northside Family changing, people dying But it's alright Money coming, money going That's the life right ? Right, right, right Always sipping on my problems Need some hi-tech Wipe your tears in your eyes You can't break that Keep it real Keep it a Hundo You ain't 'bout that Say lil bro I got you 'til my fucking life black Hit the road Windows frozen I'm ghost Overdose Do the most When I pour Murder he wrote, wrote Full of that dope, dope Get smoked, smoked Eye through the scope, scope Riding low, low Sitting on low pro They holla woah, woah When I hit the north shore In my zone, zone Eyes on the po, po Savage mode, mode Lil cut-throat, throat Yeah, you know I'm riding With my head up high Another day they Tryna take my pride Step aside Let me fortify