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Double Homicide

"Double Homicide" Lyrics by CupcakKe

Treat every nigga just like a Sloppy Joe, in cold words, bitch, we only finna meet for bread

If you got a white fridge up in your crib, then you the type of nigga that I leave for dead (Hahaha)

‘Cause I’m all up in this bitch going crazy, in my bag daily when I ch-ch, tote Glocks

I ain’t talking no BBL, but the body gon’ be bruised if you ever see a bitch post opps

Now let’s get it, the tape on you, the Glock British

I run up in your crib like, “What’s cookin’ up in the skillet?” (Sss)

I’ma motherfuckin’ shoot ’til the bullets go through the ceiling

Drop a bag on a bitch, I keep fuckin’ the ugly villain

He such a pussy, so plain, needs a flight, he gone

Them ain’t no baby hairs, lil’ bitch, they grown

All the white people just paused this song

Because I’m stealin’ off niggas, but the fist Black-owned

Now shut the fuck up and show me y’all’ll hold the spot

Double textin’ this bitch like emotions hot

Call me Chrisean Rock, in the bank, I pop

Them blue faces in your face, and this shit non-stop

Head, head, shoulders, knees and toes

I bet this bitch won’t leave with those

When I pull out the Glock, locate the opps

Bitch, I’m on your ass ’til your BBL pop

I said, I said, I said what the fuck I said (Uh huh)

I saved my ex-nigga number under, “Moment of silence,” to me, that nigga is dead (Shh)

Itty-itty-bitty when you’re standing against me

I’m in your motherfuckin’ city and I want every penny

It’s no cap, no kizzy, I’ma work ’til I’m dizzy

The two pockets on me look like they twinning with Biggie

I mean all these hoes claiming that they big, I’m like, “Mmm, nah, no you ain’t”

All that motherfuckin’ cap, use it on the keyboard and I bet this bitch still be lowercase

He wanna row, row, row his boat

In my wet-ass pussy, in my wet-ass throat

Nigga tried to kiss me and then he lost hope

‘Cause I hit The Matrix all the way to the floor

Like nah, nah, nah, nah, no

Shh, all them dead opps smoke

Chopper goin’ dumber than a bitch, think she know me just ’cause she know the sign of my fuckin’ horoscope (Grrah)

Grrah, grrah, dah, dah, dah

Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (Gang, gang)

Grrah, grrah, dah, dah, dah

Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (Gang, gang)

Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (Gang, gang)

Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (Gang, gang)

Buh, buh, bah, bah, motherfucker need a doctor-rah

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