Murder Rylo Rodriguez (Ft. Nardo Wick)
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[Intro: Ini Kamoze]
Out in the street, they call it murder
(6lement)
Out in the street, they call it murder
Out in the street, they call it murder
[Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez]
We'll go to war with the whole state, we ain't scared of them
We don't throw no guns inside the lake, we go bury them
Same nigga sneak dissin', makin' songs, they just buried him
He don't got no job, he just gon' rock that K, wait on his per diem
Get off our dick, go and ask your BM
Hellcat donut, cracked the rim
They already dead, bro whispered and said
(Who we gon' smokе after them)
Ho in Baton Rouge said I'm hеr lil' yeah
She twenty-one like Savage 'nem
Strapped up like it's Call of Duty
Ain't no regular shots, we hollow gang
AR pistol, empty out the clip, then reverse it like a college game
Lot of niggas say if you catch a body, you can be in the gang
But not with us, we go off, if you keep it solid, you can be in the gang
Young nigga got a dub' but he'll be happy if you send him anything
[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, yeah, that's all she wrote
Birkin, Birkin, Birkin, Birkin, Birkin, I ain't finna buy that, ho
Prolly whack a nigga but
Out in the street, they call it murder
(6lement)
Out in the street, they call it murder
Out in the street, they call it murder
[Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez]
We'll go to war with the whole state, we ain't scared of them
We don't throw no guns inside the lake, we go bury them
Same nigga sneak dissin', makin' songs, they just buried him
He don't got no job, he just gon' rock that K, wait on his per diem
Get off our dick, go and ask your BM
Hellcat donut, cracked the rim
They already dead, bro whispered and said
(Who we gon' smokе after them)
Ho in Baton Rouge said I'm hеr lil' yeah
She twenty-one like Savage 'nem
Strapped up like it's Call of Duty
Ain't no regular shots, we hollow gang
AR pistol, empty out the clip, then reverse it like a college game
Lot of niggas say if you catch a body, you can be in the gang
But not with us, we go off, if you keep it solid, you can be in the gang
Young nigga got a dub' but he'll be happy if you send him anything
[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, yeah, that's all she wrote
Birkin, Birkin, Birkin, Birkin, Birkin, I ain't finna buy that, ho
Prolly whack a nigga but
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