Lyrical Murder ft. YoungV

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Verse 1: Young V

First off - Money & Respect, Bruh, Just gimme ya checks

I spit gold like this shit on my neck

So if you ever try to get me i'll put a hole in ya chest

I'm goin' hard till that day that i ain't got nothin' left

But, I'll admit it I'll admit it Said i'll admit it i'll admit

I was gone for a minute But i'm back don't get it twisted

Lil' nigga quit the gimmicks, fuck y'all niggas

Miss me with the bullshit cuz i'ma bout my business

Y'all the type of niggas that only flex for the bad broads

I'm the type of nigga that would flex when my cash long

Yea i grew up broke but this ain't no fuckin' sad song

Just know you better recognize - i ain't hidin' with no mask on

No new niggas I be with some day ones - shoot ya if ya laugh wrong

Like HA! if you diss me in another raaap Mutha fucka it's gone be ya last song

I'on let nobody in my circle they square try to play me like an android

But soon as the shit flip like a skateboard I advance on 'em like a game boy

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Hook:

This is the Lyrical Murder

We gonna fucking kill it

This is the Lyrical Murder

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Verse 2:

I'll admit I'll admit, we bout to fucking kill it

No new friends I reached my fucking limit

No gimmicks, get these faggots off my dick

Salty ass language call me a fucking prick

Bilingual on the track, vete a la mierda maldicho

Motherfucker with his wits low call me fucking loco

Spazzing on the track like OJ Simpsons widow

Bloody pillow, slit neck, body hanging out the window

I'm Jim Jones, mass murder is my thing though

Rolling with the windows up puffing on indo

What are you into, drugs and raping sluts

Im the perfect person, I could give two fucks

But I do give a fuck what you think of me

And what kinda hoes are into me

Extra sacred with a bottle of pills lying naked

Doctor says I have a 20 percent chance to make it