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• Artiste: Anti Da Menace
• Titre: Murder Bitch
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G, I think we got one Baow, murder baby, I'm saying, my murder bitch Be my murder bitch, haha I said– told lil' baby be my– look Baby, be my murder bitch Show me that you lay down in that cut and let that .30 hit I been rapping in my sleep, I think that I'm too built for this I don't think they told you, but these fuck niggas get killed for diss You caught that body and got in that room and fold up like some pretzel sticks Brrah, brrah, brrah, brrah, brrah, I feel like Nardo Wick Spinning back to back, I don't give a fuck, they should've never started shit Smoke pole, make your baby mama eat the dick You know her throat sold, all these niggas trailing on the gang, they gone get slumped over Riding the beat like rollercoaster See me in a Walmart, you know I got that thirty poking Treat his head like a bag of snacks, I'ma leave it open Ruthless boy, I don't give a fuck about them IG posts Fatalities, make that lil' ho eat the dick, that lil' bitch tryna marry me I heard I'm the biggest opp, tell them pussies bury me Bitch, I'm with Lil Biggie, we leave his head swole like a fucking piggy How I'm worth some Ms when I was just down bad with a fucking penny? Oh, you with my bitch again? I swear I'ma send that blitz again Niggas know 'bout Anti know that 5 be my favorite gen' Brrah, brrah, I'ma have lil' brodie dem just rock out like some rock stars Trackhawk with a kick, I'ma snatch off on a cop car That boy say he want smoke with me, I'ma gon' and hit up baby Nard We can't get that pussy nigga, I'm in his old lady yard Screaming fuck the other side Told y'all he ain't a real stepper, that's how that boy lil' brother died He copped out, if we go to a show, we finna bring like every Glock out Get his baby and put that boy in a oven like a pot pie You got all my drops, pussy boy, why you ain't pop out? Leave the hill wet, yeah, you know we brung them mops out Think I'm from New Orleans, I get shit boiling like a bowl of noodles Black truck with them tints and that stick, that's my favorite Uber High speed, bitch, I'm with Big Ant, we in that cat, how y'all gon stop me? Hit her from the back, pussy wetter than some mac and cheese Please give me that MAC-11 I keep telling these pussy niggas, I don't think I'm going to Heaven I went on a drill with Timbs and I left blood on 'em Bury your big homie, yeah, it's time to throw some mud on him In the ground, suppressor on my Glock no it won't make a sound Move around, I'ma spin this bitch 'til y'all go out of town Miami trips, yeah we having .40s with the thirty clips Let it rip, treat him like a Beyblade, I'ma get him slipped Bitch boy, yeah I'm rich as hell, you can tell by my new fit, boy Yeah, you fucked that bitch, but she still gone eat my dick, boy If I shed a tear, tell the bro to shoot me in the head I'm somethin' like a deer, get to ramming shit like fuckin' spaz Y'all ain't spinning shit, need to get back for that other hit Treat 'em like some grits, get the pot and get to stirring shit You riding with lil' Anti so you better have your .30, bitch Leaving shit on stand by, swear to God that I don't care 'bout shit You done put my name in a song, now let's get it on .45 with the grip, I let it rip, that's my favorite chrome How I'm just seventeen, but I got Ms, finna let 'em see 'em Oh, he having smoke with the label? I wouldn't wanna be him Time to the tracker on his car and meet his baby mama I smoke all the opps in the city, call me baby stoner We brung us a bag to the 'yo, it time to roll it up If a nigga still stealing cars, he can't fuck with us Man, that shit played out, I had your bitch laid out Tell 'em free Lil' P, I think he got like thirty days now She said, "Boy you tweaking," bitch, I'm geeking off this Adderall I might shoot the deacon, I don't give a fuck about praying to God This shit off my head, I think Anti is a fucking sped Roll them niggas up, all the opps, yeah they fucking dead (Smack smack) Nigga play with me, I swear to God I get 'em peeled back Bags in the loft, you can call this bitch the Rib Shack Come and get your pound from me I ain't never spinning blocks again, I'm tryna get on feet Bet' not be a set up, this on gang, everything get wet up Switch on every Glock, plus they hold a fifty, don't get popped Mama told me since I was a jit, I was popping tops Bitch, I got a thirty and a switch on this exotic Glock Yeah, I'm with Young Menace, pull a nigga teeth like fucking dentist Lil' bitch say she pregnant, bitch, I hit you with a fucking jimmy They say, "Anti, chill, you lit for real," but I'm a blood man I was at the bottom, bitch, I got it out the mud, man Opps been cliquin' up, man, I heard y'all boys done locked in Studio all night, yeah, the whole gang, we clocked in Spin, boy, you know who you is, you bet not get back in that Benz, boy Fucked your bitch just like a opp, I told her I ain't your friend, whore Yeah, we riding 'Ventador, yeah, I got that semi tucked Yeah, I'm rich as hell, I'll spin 'em in a Bentley truck Ayy, 2, please pass me the Glock, I swear to God, these niggas hate you Nigga play with me, I'ma pull 'em like a fake tooth Step-step, put 'em on a counter, chop 'em up, bitch, I'ma fucking chef Yeah, the streets just like a game, you know I'ma whack the ref Niggas think lil' Anti lame, swear to god they gon' meet they death See you out and pull it, swear to God that I'ma fucking shoot Man, you pussy as Hell nigga, who the fuck is you? 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