Murder Talk (Dove Mix)

Bad bitch on me you know that she feeling me
How you love her she fucking the enemy
I can't lack bae that might be the end of me
Smith N Wesson CP its assisting me
Nigga come get yo bitch she stressing me
White girl she like perkys and ecstasy
Want the sauce ima show you the recipe
I feel like the drugs get the best of me

Lil momma get freaky she driving the boat sorry bae but I don't do the remy
Tryna run up them bands take a trip to Dubai man its cool let them boys run the city
I go deep in her spine look her right in the eye give her kiss then I tell her she pretty
Got my bae to the side and I know she goin ride got the blicky just case it get sticky
I pop out I'm solo I'm good when I'm solo but sometimes the savages with me
Living life like its yolo I was riding in solo tryna hop out and go and get busy
Its the color of ice he ain't changing the price why he calling it Bobby and Whitney
Sorry god that I sin pray to god that I win stay down and you coming right with me

Bad bitch on me you know that she feeling me
How you love her she fucking the enemy
I can't lack bae that might be the end of me
Smith N Wesson CP its assisting me
Nigga come get yo bitch she stressing me
White girl she like perkys and ecstasy
Want the sauce ima show you the recipe
I feel like the drugs get the best of me

She get second hand cuz I'm smoking on zatic
Think I like her better when she wearing her bonnet
Ask if I fuck up I go back to robbing
Skate off in a journey only twelve I be dodging
Get lit in the party like Kodak I'm bopping
Don't make a move or I swear that I'm popping
Bitches back on me they see that I'm popping
Feeling like future I'm just being honest

Bad bitch on me you know that she feeling me
How you love her she fucking the enemy
I can't lack bae that might be the end of me
Smith N Wesson CP its assisting me
Nigga come get yo bitch she stressing me
White girl she like perkys and ecstasy
Want the sauce ima show you the recipe
I feel like the drugs get the best of me

Shoot for the body ain't slide for attempt
Feeling like pac bitch we aim for the rim
Ion trust niggas got snaked by my friend
But if you gone snake me you ain't really my friend
Still stayed solid all fam no friends
Sorry baby girl can't do romance
Sorry baby girl can't be yo man
Cuz I go down would you ride to the end
I keep it solid take it right to the chin
Get fucked up bitch I'm robbing again
Killer real evil he slide with a grin
But he real good he ain't leaving no print
He was connected fell off like sprint
Popping them perc he off of the fent
Twelve get up on me curb I bend
Fucked up young he just wanna spin

Bad bitch on me you know that she feeling me
How you love her she fucking the enemy
I can't lack bae that might be the end of me
Smith N Wesson CP its assisting me
Nigga come get yo bitch she stressing me
White girl she like perkys and ecstasy
Want the sauce ima show you the recipe
I feel like the drugs get the best of me



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Writer(s): Nehemiah Campbell
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