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orange soda
I got a crush on you
If you disagree
Might have to flex on you
Homicide
Girl you killing it
I’m calling it homicide
Open the door so I can come

a clown inside 
She talk to me dirty again 
Now there's a homicide 

Intestines are ready bust 
I Never release I bottle it up 
Want me change they want me

face away from what I know is facing me
Haunted by something I don't wish to see
Unknowing of Unknowns is a terrifyer
But the truth is stranger than any

close to start taking the reigns
Keep a loaded stick by my dick
Got a hundred in the mag
If I aim it up bitch I won't miss
Pull up in the rental with

baby she be down to ride 
Even for a couple homicides
Was worried for me when my brother died
Seen the pain all in my eyes
So you know I had to go

gettin' killed
I did the time by myself I ain't have no rap
You the type start singing tryna' get a deal
I know when somethin' get fishy I always keep it

jet 
         Wen it’s night homicide ima spin 
Fast forward den rewind it again 
My baby an angel inda face
If she leave ima find her & kiss her 

Kome

Bonnie and Cldye
The way you ride with me aye
Day and night like Kid Cudi baby
Bonnie and Clyde
Bonnie and Clyde
Bonnie and Clyde
Make homicide look

dummy
I ain't work a 9 to 5
I was ducking homicide
Bet them niggas ain't gon ride when it's rough for me
And them bitches ain't gon slide
Ain't nobody

Seen my momma cry
Stress fear  in her eye
(That's where I reside)
Police snakes gone try  I ain't never hide
(Dodging homicides)
Niggas claim they got

of hate, drugs help me try to cope
Fighting for my time, is it virtue is it vice
Guided by the instinct never been sight
Bonafide killa, self taught homicide

Name
Ain't shit gone save that nigga
from rotting in that
(Grave-ahh-eve)
Catch him by his self
And we gone beat
Him like a
(Slave-ahh-eve)
Who ever your

Don't want see you cry
You shot at my heart like a homicide
Shot at my heart like a homicide
Yeah we gone make it by
Just don't say goodbye
And they think

at the sun you're already blind
Mandatory homicide

Carry animosity into the fight
Murder everything until you feel alright
Bury all the rage into a rivals

up ya homies
Fuck lemme call em too
And now you rock it by the lonley
Foney
We got the beef
Foldin deep
Like baloneys
Ill put you inna box
Inna ground

ride with two twin glocks a groom and bride
Can't catch no homicide so I gotta just do this right
So with this Kid Cudi huh
We'll take him from day

gotta keep my options clear
They ain't fuck with me but I'm gon force em to by dropping heat
Niggas know it's Draco szn that's jus cos it's dracos year

like Joe Budden (Yea, yea)
Countin' up stacks and it's addin' by the dozen (Add it, add it) (Yea, yea)
Just fucked your bitch and finessed her cousin'

yo face
I'm gon' beat my fucking case
That's a triple homicide
Call it quadruple homicide
Cause we just killed this fucking beat
Got the glock by my

is real and on Earth it's alive)

Tiger stripes on the sky burn in red
Cut by talons swaying overhead
Flight so graceful with their wings wide spread

When you at the bottom
It always about a dollar
If we had more money
Money only adds more problems
Need it, now
Get, down
100, rounds
Homicide
Pull

that homicide
It gon get messy when I pull to your side
Kill a nigga and his war bride
Get a Glock put it by my side
40-11 worldwide
Apply the pressure

like, Tryna get my life right
Cut from a different cloth, still got my knife right
By my side like a nightlight, homicide on the mic mic
Do beats like

Big bags she lit
Highway moving bricks
Highway moving bricks
Keep a stick
Shorty official
No ref
Just get
Paper by da bags
She lit
Them credit cards