Paroles Murder She Wrote RMX par Pasto Flocco

Four3va
Pasto Flocco, yeah

Try to play me like a pu**y
That heater gonna bake 'em like a cookie
Yeah, no n***a ever shook me
Think he tough with a Shiesty and a hoodie
None of these hoes ain't for me
Back in the days they ignored me
I be moving like DEJ Loaf, letthem try me
I got a Glock with a beam
Two shots hit him like Ali
From a distance, I don't got to see
Red dot, put it on his white tee

Name ring bell in them streets
D Wade when I walk with the heat
All of y'all got me bent
But I love them hundreds 'cause they come neat
I do not need new friends, n***a
I'm tryna get my bag bigger
When the bag get bigger, these n***as turn bitter
N***as f**k up my rhythm
I was never the type to watch, n***a, I'm a go getter
Try to play me like a pu**y
That heater gonna bake 'em like a cookie
Yeah, no n***a ever shook me
Think he tough with a Shiesty and a hoodie
None of these hoes ain't for me
Back in the days they ignored me
I be moving like DEJ Loaf, letthem try me
I got a Glock with a beam
Two shots hit him like Ali
From a distance, I don't got to see
Red dot, put it on his white tee

Name ring bell in them streets
D Wade when I walk with the heat
All of y'all got me bent
But I love them hundreds 'cause they come neat
I do not need new friends, n***a
I'm tryna get my bag bigger
When the bag get bigger, these n***as turn bitter
N***as f**k up my rhythm
I was never the type to watch, n***a, I'm a go getter

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