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Murderer 2 Video (MV)




Performed By: Tarbohype
Length: 1:44
Written by: Richon Alston




Tarbohype - Murderer 2 Lyrics
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I am that dude with a attitude
Flipping you off and still acting rude
Making you sick like you got the flu
Laughing because your face turning blue
This is the thing that would happen to you
Having my demons just chase after you
Slowly killing your motherf*cking soul
Drop down to hell like you have no clue
I am a motherf*ckin' king
Doing my thing, letting you go with a bang
C'mon dawg, we can hang
Like sayori in that literature game
You been saying the same shit forever
Now Like me you saying whatever
That rich nigga wit all the cheddar
But still stuck here, in the cold weather
Look bitch
It's not my fault you flip that switch
Snap, swing and miss
It's not my fault you flip that chick
Cried and wrote a diss
It's not my fault you hit that snitch
Died and got that stitch
But it is my fault you put That body in that f*cking ditch
I'm telling a story about me
And how I turned into your enemy
Remember you said you gone end my career?
Now how the f*ck I get here?
Th-This is that murderer 2
Think bout what I'm gone do
Making that demon shit true
Kill you with my f*cking crew
Kill you with spikes that's under my shoe
Thank you for waiting so patient
Now your soul is mine for the taking
Now I see Y'all niggas is hating
I put you down with the nigga named Satan
Claim that you tough
Claim that you smart
I can't tell you bitches apart
Lemme turn your blood into art
Talking this shit while I tear you apart BITCH
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I am that dude with a attitude
Flipping you off and still acting rude
Making you sick like you got the flu
Laughing because your face turning blue
This is the thing that would happen to you
Having my demons just chase after you
Slowly killing your motherf*cking soul
Drop down to hell like you have no clue
I am a motherf*ckin' king
Doing my thing, letting you go with a bang
C'mon dawg, we can hang
Like sayori in that literature game
You been saying the same shit forever
Now Like me you saying whatever
That rich nigga wit all the cheddar
But still stuck here, in the cold weather
Look bitch
It's not my fault you flip that switch
Snap, swing and miss
It's not my fault you flip that chick
Cried and wrote a diss
It's not my fault you hit that snitch
Died and got that stitch
But it is my fault you put That body in that f*cking ditch
I'm telling a story about me
And how I turned into your enemy
Remember you said you gone end my career?
Now how the f*ck I get here?
Th-This is that murderer 2
Think bout what I'm gone do
Making that demon shit true
Kill you with my f*cking crew
Kill you with spikes that's under my shoe
Thank you for waiting so patient
Now your soul is mine for the taking
Now I see Y'all niggas is hating
I put you down with the nigga named Satan
Claim that you tough
Claim that you smart
I can't tell you bitches apart
Lemme turn your blood into art
Talking this shit while I tear you apart BITCH
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Writer: Richon Alston
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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