Death By Mp3 Songtext
(Woo)
Send the ho unreleased, she like my vault
Drop like me, indeed you'll flop
Swerve that whip, I leave the cops
I understand I did you wrong, but that's not all
I-I understand I did you wrong, but that's not all
Least I'm not lying, shit (Let's go)
You do that same thing, and act like I'm alright with it (That's right)
MP3 homicide, MP3 homicide
808s, lose its mind, 808s, lose its mind
MP3 homicide, I can't call this ho my bride
My Air Forces are all-white, don't take force to rock that mic'
Ball like slay, I ain't tryna be Mike (On God)
These hoes weird, they not my type (That's right)
I can't trust me no ho
Ball like Rugby, bulldoze, huh
Dummy, I'm gone (Bad)
Run me my dough (Bad)
Eighteen years old, uh, mind of a wise guy
I'm not Ty, but I got me dollar signs
Shout-out Tai, yeah, that's my slime
Shout-out wa, yeah, that's my slime
I'm 'bout to put this on FOX 9
I don't need no bitch to have a good time, I got money and wine
Ho, I got money and lean, happiness not what it seems, ugh
I gotta find a new scheme, get that bag, not your bag, you can't even brag
Game time nigga, there's no more lag
Shikamaru, this shit a drag
I can't fall for that bullshit you doing Money and swag, them shits congruent
Used to be swag, now I'm only slayr
Ten K ring, nine more to spare
Boxing ring, tryna punch with flair
Designer jeans, they can't even tear
Don't give a damn, we gon' come with the motion
You feeling the breeze, you know that I'm there
Don't give a damn, niggas know I'm the best at this shit
No, I'm never suppressing a thing
Versatile as a bitch, I'ma talk on this ho
And then right to your ho, I'ma sing
I put a Perc' in my body, can't say it feel good 'cause I don't feel a goddamn thing
Yeah, she said that she tired of me, but then tell me why your friend wanna link?
Tell me why your friend wanna talk? Tell me why your friend wanna gawk?
Bling, bling, bling, my stones on rock
Cha-cha-ching, just chos and crops
Green, green, green, got so much guap
I got fetty, guap, lil' boy
Get your pennies up, lil' boy
Get your fetty up
Send the ho unreleased, she like my vault
Drop like me, indeed you'll flop
Swerve that whip, I leave the cops
I understand I did you wrong, but that's not all
I-I understand I did you wrong, but that's not all
Least I'm not lying, shit
You do that same thing, and I act like I'm alright with it
MP3 homicide, MP3 homicide
808s, lose its mind, 808s, lose its mind
wa
Send the ho unreleased, she like my vault
Drop like me, indeed you'll flop
Swerve that whip, I leave the cops
I understand I did you wrong, but that's not all
I-I understand I did you wrong, but that's not all
Least I'm not lying, shit (Let's go)
You do that same thing, and act like I'm alright with it (That's right)
MP3 homicide, MP3 homicide
808s, lose its mind, 808s, lose its mind
MP3 homicide, I can't call this ho my bride
My Air Forces are all-white, don't take force to rock that mic'
Ball like slay, I ain't tryna be Mike (On God)
These hoes weird, they not my type (That's right)
I can't trust me no ho
Ball like Rugby, bulldoze, huh
Dummy, I'm gone (Bad)
Run me my dough (Bad)
Eighteen years old, uh, mind of a wise guy
I'm not Ty, but I got me dollar signs
Shout-out Tai, yeah, that's my slime
Shout-out wa, yeah, that's my slime
I'm 'bout to put this on FOX 9
I don't need no bitch to have a good time, I got money and wine
Ho, I got money and lean, happiness not what it seems, ugh
I gotta find a new scheme, get that bag, not your bag, you can't even brag
Game time nigga, there's no more lag
Shikamaru, this shit a drag
I can't fall for that bullshit you doing Money and swag, them shits congruent
Used to be swag, now I'm only slayr
Ten K ring, nine more to spare
Boxing ring, tryna punch with flair
Designer jeans, they can't even tear
Don't give a damn, we gon' come with the motion
You feeling the breeze, you know that I'm there
Don't give a damn, niggas know I'm the best at this shit
No, I'm never suppressing a thing
Versatile as a bitch, I'ma talk on this ho
And then right to your ho, I'ma sing
I put a Perc' in my body, can't say it feel good 'cause I don't feel a goddamn thing
Yeah, she said that she tired of me, but then tell me why your friend wanna link?
Tell me why your friend wanna talk? Tell me why your friend wanna gawk?
Bling, bling, bling, my stones on rock
Cha-cha-ching, just chos and crops
Green, green, green, got so much guap
I got fetty, guap, lil' boy
Get your pennies up, lil' boy
Get your fetty up
Send the ho unreleased, she like my vault
Drop like me, indeed you'll flop
Swerve that whip, I leave the cops
I understand I did you wrong, but that's not all
I-I understand I did you wrong, but that's not all
Least I'm not lying, shit
You do that same thing, and I act like I'm alright with it
MP3 homicide, MP3 homicide
808s, lose its mind, 808s, lose its mind
wa
