| Chorus x2
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| Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
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| 40−40 cal, watch a nigga hurt a
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| Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
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| 40 fuckin' cal, watch a nigga hurta
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| (gangsta boo)
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| On the other side of town
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| Blake haven bound
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| Where I’m found
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| Ain’t nobody bloody
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| Angels sayin', must be hell bound
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| Everybody on that liqour
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| Bangsta boo is right up with ya
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| Can’t you see your picked a picture perfect
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| Now it’s time to get you
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| Come with me
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| So you can see the side
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| Of the dark niggas
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| Claimin' hard
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| Be left with body parts in the yard
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| Bitch I got you scared
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| Unless you prepared to take the test
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| Hope you study hard
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| When this go fly through your fuckin' vest
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| Never be as clever as i
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| I’m on the level come high
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| High till the day that I die
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| Or will you kiss me good bye
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| I’m bout it, whatever bitch
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| You wanna get some of this
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| You be the one that get your ass kicked
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| Quick in the dick
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| I’ll put your ass inn a trunk
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| In the city of bump
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| I might not lock up the door
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| Blaze a crystal blunt
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| I’m in the studio loot
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| Doin' a race on this track
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| Some with me (? ?)
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| I got it locked like that
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| Chorus x2
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| I got this shit locked tight
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| Ain’t no keepin' me out
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| You cannot see is
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| So when I tell you somethin' bitch
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| You best believe it
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| I swear you shouldn’t battle with me
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| I’m like a pimple
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| I pop up out of no where
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| On your ass so simple
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| I’m laid back on this track
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| I figure you feelin' nigga
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| Throw your setts in the air (throw your setts in the air)
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| Scrip your killas and killas
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| About your dealas on the block
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| Makin' money that’s right
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| About the ladies on the real lookin' for a late night
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| Don’t be surprised when you see me
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| Cause I (? ?) at the world
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| To all you top notch niggas
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| Or material girls
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| They call me lady maybe baby
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| I gets jiggy with mine
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| I’m feelin' fine on the rise
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| Prophet posse behind
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| I’m 18 98 flowin' all of my flows
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| So bitch imagine how I sound
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| When I’m 20 years old
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| We so so def like jermaine
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| But bitch we tearin' it up
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| The number one hit song
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| Of the banned and closed
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| Chorus |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kill, Kill, Kill, Murder, Murder, Murder , by - Gangsta Boo. Song from the album Enquiring Minds, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп