Some of the dopest shit I've seen all day
Marcus don't even know what I'm talking about
I don't even know what you're talking about though
But it's dope
But it's dope
Motherf*cking top guy high in the sky drug usage very f*cking low that's a lie got yourself a
Money counter for your tens and fives
Every damn beat, ten to five homicide black be the colour yeah I rep the north side
Baby mama drama end up telling all the lies
Kick her out my house, no bitch, you ain't a bride
You another crazy bitch, I gotta take out wit my sword
Seems like when I caught them off, they annoying me even more
Seems like when I ain't trying to f*ck, yeah, they trying to be a whore
Yeah, satan all around, I've been trying to find the Lord
Paving this path, got the clique on board
Burning down the rock, flaming arrows, heavy scorch
Bitches, we've been looking better than before, yeah
He was trying to slow down on the weed, but then I copped some more, yeah
We was trying to pull up lean, at the deal, pop the seal
Some's gotta kill you, shit, maybe this one will
Or a counterfeit kill , thinking he ain't got nothing to fear hoe
Mood swings, expensive things
Diamond rings, paint em red with blood
Leave him face down in the mud
Twist a knife up in my gut
You stupid f*cks ain't good enough to ever make me stop
I got burns up on my wrist
Names scrash em off my list, yeah
And I wit my clique
On your graves, I take a piss
Scars on my hands, yeah
We built this f*cking clique
Homicide, that's what it is
That's the way of life
Eric gave my name from vice
Every time I'm off the way, you know I'm burning northern lights
Homicide, cause death is glorified in our culture
Cast away with the vultures
Caulk back the revolver , press it to my head
Problem solved, really running out of options
You treat your girl like a f*cking object
I don't really give a f*ck
You ain't no man
Bitch made
What do you call him
Ain't no other f*cking names
I don't love with f*cking lames
Get the f*ck up out the way
Homicide paved the way
LANCE JENS - Glorified Homicide (feat. R3MM3Y) Lyrics
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English
Some of the dopest shit I've seen all day
Marcus don't even know what I'm talking about
I don't even know what you're talking about though
But it's dope
But it's dope
Motherf*cking top guy high in the sky drug usage very f*cking low that's a lie got yourself a
Money counter for your tens and fives
Every damn beat, ten to five homicide black be the colour yeah I rep the north side
Baby mama drama end up telling all the lies
Kick her out my house, no bitch, you ain't a bride
You another crazy bitch, I gotta take out wit my sword
Seems like when I caught them off, they annoying me even more
Seems like when I ain't trying to f*ck, yeah, they trying to be a whore
Yeah, satan all around, I've been trying to find the Lord
Paving this path, got the clique on board
Burning down the rock, flaming arrows, heavy scorch
Bitches, we've been looking better than before, yeah
He was trying to slow down on the weed, but then I copped some more, yeah
We was trying to pull up lean, at the deal, pop the seal
Some's gotta kill you, shit, maybe this one will
Or a counterfeit kill , thinking he ain't got nothing to fear hoe
Mood swings, expensive things
Diamond rings, paint em red with blood
Leave him face down in the mud
Twist a knife up in my gut
You stupid f*cks ain't good enough to ever make me stop
I got burns up on my wrist
Names scrash em off my list, yeah
And I wit my clique
On your graves, I take a piss
Scars on my hands, yeah
We built this f*cking clique
Homicide, that's what it is
That's the way of life
Eric gave my name from vice
Every time I'm off the way, you know I'm burning northern lights
Homicide, cause death is glorified in our culture
Cast away with the vultures
Caulk back the revolver , press it to my head
Problem solved, really running out of options
You treat your girl like a f*cking object
I don't really give a f*ck
You ain't no man
Bitch made
What do you call him
Ain't no other f*cking names
I don't love with f*cking lames
Get the f*ck up out the way
Homicide paved the way
Marcus don't even know what I'm talking about
I don't even know what you're talking about though
But it's dope
But it's dope
Motherf*cking top guy high in the sky drug usage very f*cking low that's a lie got yourself a
Money counter for your tens and fives
Every damn beat, ten to five homicide black be the colour yeah I rep the north side
Baby mama drama end up telling all the lies
Kick her out my house, no bitch, you ain't a bride
You another crazy bitch, I gotta take out wit my sword
Seems like when I caught them off, they annoying me even more
Seems like when I ain't trying to f*ck, yeah, they trying to be a whore
Yeah, satan all around, I've been trying to find the Lord
Paving this path, got the clique on board
Burning down the rock, flaming arrows, heavy scorch
Bitches, we've been looking better than before, yeah
He was trying to slow down on the weed, but then I copped some more, yeah
We was trying to pull up lean, at the deal, pop the seal
Some's gotta kill you, shit, maybe this one will
Or a counterfeit kill , thinking he ain't got nothing to fear hoe
Mood swings, expensive things
Diamond rings, paint em red with blood
Leave him face down in the mud
Twist a knife up in my gut
You stupid f*cks ain't good enough to ever make me stop
I got burns up on my wrist
Names scrash em off my list, yeah
And I wit my clique
On your graves, I take a piss
Scars on my hands, yeah
We built this f*cking clique
Homicide, that's what it is
That's the way of life
Eric gave my name from vice
Every time I'm off the way, you know I'm burning northern lights
Homicide, cause death is glorified in our culture
Cast away with the vultures
Caulk back the revolver , press it to my head
Problem solved, really running out of options
You treat your girl like a f*cking object
I don't really give a f*ck
You ain't no man
Bitch made
What do you call him
Ain't no other f*cking names
I don't love with f*cking lames
Get the f*ck up out the way
Homicide paved the way
Writer: Barrett Doiron, Lance Jens
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid