HOMICID3 DC The Don
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[Intro]
Ray, where the fuck are you?
Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Oh yes, I'm feelin' this one
(Woah, woah)
A-A-Astro got it runnin'
(Go, go yeah)
[Chorus]
Like, I couldn't wait 'til I got me a car
I'ma thrash in that bitch, I'ma crash, I'ma burn out
She live in a young nigga world
She my number one fan, she gon' go put the word out
We sendin' out Amber Alerts, it's a homicide every time we get the word out
She callin' me mad as a bitch, it's a homicide every time she get the word out (Yeah, yeah, go)
[Post-Chorus]
And it don't make sense to me this time
How many mistakes and text messages you sent, you could have saved to my heart
Baby, I don't understand, you're heartbroken, that's somethin' I can't buy
Maybe hearts don't break the same and it's fried
But I still walked out with the bigger side, yeah
[Bridge]
Gettin' so turnt', I don't even know why
Truly, I'm stackin' it up and I don't even try, I must pay to be this fly
All my haters, they look at me, they like, "Why?"
Like "What does he have that I don't? I'm tight"
If you ask how I feel about it, baby, nothin', not at all
Fuck it, maybe they right
Ray, where the fuck are you?
Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Oh yes, I'm feelin' this one
(Woah, woah)
A-A-Astro got it runnin'
(Go, go yeah)
[Chorus]
Like, I couldn't wait 'til I got me a car
I'ma thrash in that bitch, I'ma crash, I'ma burn out
She live in a young nigga world
She my number one fan, she gon' go put the word out
We sendin' out Amber Alerts, it's a homicide every time we get the word out
She callin' me mad as a bitch, it's a homicide every time she get the word out (Yeah, yeah, go)
[Post-Chorus]
And it don't make sense to me this time
How many mistakes and text messages you sent, you could have saved to my heart
Baby, I don't understand, you're heartbroken, that's somethin' I can't buy
Maybe hearts don't break the same and it's fried
But I still walked out with the bigger side, yeah
[Bridge]
Gettin' so turnt', I don't even know why
Truly, I'm stackin' it up and I don't even try, I must pay to be this fly
All my haters, they look at me, they like, "Why?"
Like "What does he have that I don't? I'm tight"
If you ask how I feel about it, baby, nothin', not at all
Fuck it, maybe they right
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