Murder Talk (Dove Mix) Lyrics

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