| This is the nine side
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| Beatfreakz
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| I got the Rollie on my wrist and it’s glistenin' (Oh-oh-oh)
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| I don’t think that they listenin'
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| I could hear the snakes in the grass and they hissin' (Oh-oh-oh)
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| I don’t think that they listenin'
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| I’m tellin' them it’s murder she wrote, wrote
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| Murder, murder
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| See I’m tellin' them it’s murder she wrote, wrote
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| Murder, murder
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| I got the Rollie on my wrist and it’s glistenin' (Oh-oh-oh)
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| I don’t think that they listenin'
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| I could hear the snakes in the grass and they hissin' (Oh-oh-oh)
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| I don’t think that they listenin'
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| I’m tellin' them it’s murder she wrote, wrote
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| Murder, murder
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| See I’m tellin' them it’s murder she wrote, wrote
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| Murder, murder
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| (Cadet, Cadet, Cadet)
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| If I step, put my hand up in my pouch (Woo)
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| You better know what I be about (Uh)
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| Can’t remember how I met that gyal
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| Put her leg over her head, man I stretched that gyal
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| And we got bread, uh
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| I’m schoolin' these niggas like Ofsted (Trust)
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| Video shoot back with your migos (Mama)
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| But I bruck a nigga up, quick, offset (Cadet, Cadet, Cadet)
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| If your man wanna, uh-
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| See the hand grabber, uh-
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| Slap his friend then him like (Mad)
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| She your wife but trust me I can grip her (True)
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| Make her boyfriend ghost like Angela
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| Old school, gang niggas no bandana (Nah)
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| Black tee, bare jewels, like Santana (Woo)
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| And I came with two kind gyalie, 'cause I’m when I talk
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| When you talk, pussy
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| I got the Rollie on my wrist and it’s glistenin' (Oh-oh-oh)
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| I don’t think that they listenin'
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| I could hear the snakes in the grass and they hissin' (Oh-oh-oh)
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| I don’t think that they listenin'
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| I’m tellin' them it’s murder she wrote, wrote
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| Murder, murder
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| See I’m tellin' them it’s murder she wrote, wrote
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| Murder, murder
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| I got the Rollie on my wrist and it’s glistenin' (Oh-oh-oh)
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| I don’t think that they listenin'
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| I could hear the snakes in the grass and they hissin' (Oh-oh-oh)
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| I don’t think that they listenin'
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| I’m tellin' them it’s murder she wrote, wrote
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| Murder, murder
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| See I’m tellin' them it’s murder she wrote, wrote (This is the nine side)
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| Murder, murder
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| Don’t get it twisted, I’m young and minted
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| I never had a nickel, now my left wrist glistenin'
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| Wipe out the rival, bygones be bygones
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| That nigga done me dirty but just don’t know when he snitchin'
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| They wanna know if I’m really on the roads
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| My watch is very icy, see I nearly caught a cold
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| I hope he know, that she’s a hoe
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| With my neck I give the girl the bone
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| Go low, go low, go down
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| Say she went low 'cah a nigga got pounds
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| Come to the ends I can show you around
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| Right now
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| I got the Rollie on my wrist and it’s glistenin' (Oh-oh-oh)
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| I don’t think that they listenin'
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| I could hear the snakes in the grass and they hissin' (Oh-oh-oh)
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| I don’t think that they listenin'
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| I’m tellin' them it’s murder she wrote, wrote
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| Murder, murder
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| See I’m tellin' them it’s murder she wrote, wrote
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| Murder, murder
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| I got the Rollie on my wrist and it’s glistenin' (Oh-oh-oh)
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| I don’t think that they listenin'
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| I could hear the snakes in the grass and they hissin' (Oh-oh-oh)
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| I don’t think that they listenin'
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| I’m tellin' them it’s murder she wrote, wrote
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| Murder, murder
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| See I’m tellin' them it’s murder she wrote, wrote
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| Murder, murder
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| Beatfreakz |