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Platinum Murder music Gorilla gang Catching by the joiner gang We still on the same thing, you know [?] Yeah, king 8 You know I'm passing out the hits Don't fuck with my ass And I see red, I leave your head Going murder murder The only thing they understand They took my heart, I thought I'd never ever smile again Until we crash on something, till we flatline one Yeah, drink or twist his body, I still got that gun Everybody wanna be a op until they see it's real They don't know somebody bleed every time I drop a tear Yeah, fuck you, and you, and you Nigga, fuck you, and you, and you Nigga, fuck you, and you, and you Nigga, fuck you, and you, and you I'm always with some killers and you niggas know that So if you got a problem, better hope that SongtexteI don't see your shit to your door, man Or have Osama spin a Bin and leave you where you sleeping If I'm on your fucking mind you better keep it where you thinking Fuck is you thinking? The only time I take it off my waist is when I'm squeezing Bitch, I'm a demon My nigga banging red, I'm leaving red You smoking who? You smoking what? But you gon' die for what you said Yeah, fuck you, and you, and you Nigga, fuck you, and you, and you Nigga, fuck you, and you, and you Nigga, fuck you, and you, and you 2012, I shot a nigga bitch, I been like that You can't call yourself a op if we ain't shot you yet Two 40's and a 9 and a drake in the back And if you wanna join the gang you gotta get you a head Don't get me pissed off, I'll bring the bitch off One drink is all it takes to knock the click off Applying pressure on the field from the kick off And we gon' spin the bin again if miss off Yeah, fuck you, and you, and you Nigga, fuck you, and you, and you Nigga, fuck you, and you, and you Nigga, fuck you, and you, and you Aus Songtexte Mania