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Dreek2Cool - Murder She Wrote (feat. 100k Tremi) Lyrics



Dreek2Cool - Murder She Wrote (feat. 100k Tremi) Lyrics
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Thinking this shit sweet we live your body smelling sour
Lately I've been feeling like this f*cking world is ours
Surround myself around bosses
Respect, money, yah and power
Hating on the low you're just a motherf*cking coward
Yeah they don't want no smoke
Hundred rounds and yah them scopes on every time we tote
Heard they screaming they won't beef
I guess its murder she wrote yea
Murder she wrote
Bitch im fresher than soap
I got vlone on my coat
Bitch somewhere on the coast
With models twerking on a boat
Put a 4 in a backwood just to see if she a pro
And look one thing i know i gotta get this dough
I've been consistent with the plug he let me get it for the low
Lil bitch gone try me like im broke so them rack i gotta blow
I made her get it off the floor
He use to be my dawg but now he acting like hoe
Lately, i done stacked them racks higher then a tower
Hungry for this money
This paper is gone get devoured
Dripping in that fendi my clip longer than an hour
Jewelry got it lit up like i just paid georgia power
Lil nigga you don't want no smoke
We pushing yeah the issue
Nigga you knowing how it go
My hitter just beat a case and i just bought his ass a ghost
With all these water dripping on me ima get myself a boat
Thinking this shit sweet we live your body smelling sour
Lately I've been feeling like this f*cking world is ours
Surround myself around bosses
Respect, money, yah and power
Hating on the low you're just a motherf*cking coward
Yeah they don't want no smoke
Hundred rounds and yah them scopes on every time we tote
Heard they screaming they won't beef
I guess its murder she wrote yea
Murder she wrote
And all these diamonds around my neck im about to chock myself
I been chasing after cash i had to stop and catch my breath
But still hoop up out the bed and get it these nigga capping like a fifty
These nigga really ain't with it keep them lame niggas out my business
And my whole team winning that fasho
Bricks coming in we getting gone
These nigga hate on the low but my whole team want smoke
F&n with the telescope
Why these nigga envy me
Boy really out your league
About that green like centipedes
Thinking this shit sweet we live your body smelling sour
Lately I've been feeling like this f*cking world is ours
Surround myself around bosses
Respect, money, yah and power
Hating on the low you're just a motherf*cking coward
Yeah they don't want no smoke
Hundred rounds and yah them scopes on every time we tote
Heard they screaming they won't beef
I guess its murder she wrote yea
Murder she wrote
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Thinking this shit sweet we live your body smelling sour
Lately I've been feeling like this f*cking world is ours
Surround myself around bosses
Respect, money, yah and power
Hating on the low you're just a motherf*cking coward
Yeah they don't want no smoke
Hundred rounds and yah them scopes on every time we tote
Heard they screaming they won't beef
I guess its murder she wrote yea
Murder she wrote
Bitch im fresher than soap
I got vlone on my coat
Bitch somewhere on the coast
With models twerking on a boat
Put a 4 in a backwood just to see if she a pro
And look one thing i know i gotta get this dough
I've been consistent with the plug he let me get it for the low
Lil bitch gone try me like im broke so them rack i gotta blow
I made her get it off the floor
He use to be my dawg but now he acting like hoe
Lately, i done stacked them racks higher then a tower
Hungry for this money
This paper is gone get devoured
Dripping in that fendi my clip longer than an hour
Jewelry got it lit up like i just paid georgia power
Lil nigga you don't want no smoke
We pushing yeah the issue
Nigga you knowing how it go
My hitter just beat a case and i just bought his ass a ghost
With all these water dripping on me ima get myself a boat
Thinking this shit sweet we live your body smelling sour
Lately I've been feeling like this f*cking world is ours
Surround myself around bosses
Respect, money, yah and power
Hating on the low you're just a motherf*cking coward
Yeah they don't want no smoke
Hundred rounds and yah them scopes on every time we tote
Heard they screaming they won't beef
I guess its murder she wrote yea
Murder she wrote
And all these diamonds around my neck im about to chock myself
I been chasing after cash i had to stop and catch my breath
But still hoop up out the bed and get it these nigga capping like a fifty
These nigga really ain't with it keep them lame niggas out my business
And my whole team winning that fasho
Bricks coming in we getting gone
These nigga hate on the low but my whole team want smoke
F&n with the telescope
Why these nigga envy me
Boy really out your league
About that green like centipedes
Thinking this shit sweet we live your body smelling sour
Lately I've been feeling like this f*cking world is ours
Surround myself around bosses
Respect, money, yah and power
Hating on the low you're just a motherf*cking coward
Yeah they don't want no smoke
Hundred rounds and yah them scopes on every time we tote
Heard they screaming they won't beef
I guess its murder she wrote yea
Murder she wrote
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Writer: Rodriquez Strickland
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