Lola Monroe - Murder lyrics

(Verse)

Disrespect me and bring the swilla to your deala

Put the killas on your villa, how you feelin don’t appeal er

Go gorilla with the trillas and still it’s turn you reveal us

I’m just mirror with the realers, leaving so real of the grillas

Bitch fittin and bitch yall bitches so quick I bet you depose

My bitch your perfect figures that’s lickin up in the pose

I’m sittin off in the ghost, will sick you up in the clothes

Area than bury ya, sittin up in the Rolls

They appearin all apparel from American apparel

I’m impervious and apparently I’m parallel to both

As in Dolce & Gabana, handin coco with Madonna

Lace design and design a double C and then huge notes

(Hook)

When my niggas is in the building that’s murder

Hug the block and we make a killin, that’s murder

All white, blows notes, stealing that’s murder

Suicide, those got it feelin like murder

You you you you could call it murder

You you you you could call it murder

In this cake, when I throw the shoes on the rock

I rock you back, this not murder

My nigga, it’s double homicide


(Verse)

I made it through hatred, cascaded through envy

Carolina blue Jordans, baby blue Bentley

You’d be lyin, my mama raised her baby in the zoo

So I blew money on Lola and put a baby in her too

Had a crazy nigga crew that them blue lights was after

But that’s before I blew up and blew life and rappers

You bastards! For the last time, I do this in my pass time

My diamonds – variations of blue like them last lines

My lines last ‘cause I ain’t going through a lion feast

I’m a beast behind bars like a lion king

90 gold chains and a gold Benz

They try to block me but I still score like a gol ten

Check the credits motherfucker, yea you heard right

I’m pulse right hand in every sense of the world rights

I serve like Serena well I serve like

A truck driver sippin syrup with my swerve like nigga


(Hook)

When my niggas is in the building that’s murder

Hug the block and we make a killin, that’s murder

All white, blows notes, stealing that’s murder

Suicide, those got it feelin like murder

You you you you could call it murder

You you you you could call it murder

In this, when I throw the shoes on the rock

But fuck murder

My nigga, this double homicide






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