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Lyrics of Murder by Lil Herb
GANG!
"Louie What Chu On Bro"
(Lil Herb)
Another Day Another Body Droppin
If I Go Broke Then Imma Rob Somebody
A Fragile Body Cant Survive A Shotty
Pump A Nigga Ill Slump A Nigga
And I Been Shot At By A Bunch Of Niggas
But I Still Ah Never Run From A Nigga
Catch A Nigga Hollows Flyin′ Burn A Nigga
50 Hit Every Last One Dem Niggas
Got Some Old Heads That Ah Slump A Nigga
But You Still Can Get Kilt By My Younger Niggas
My Young Niggas Hungry
Put Em On The Lick And They Take Every Last Thing From A Nigga
I Got Hittas With Me
Rolling Off A Flat Nows Its Hittas In Me
Riding With This 30 I Might Highspeed So I Think That I Might Go Get Me A Henny
Lil Bro Got A 30 Now Its Me And 60
We Aint Going In Till Them Bitches Empty
Molly Trynna Make His Glock Go Empty
Ridin On A Opp But They Block So Empty
Kobe Make Me Wanna Catch A Body
Seeking For Revenge Bitch It Not Forgiven?
My Niggas Ridin With It They On Buisness Shoot A Brick 100 Times Put That On __
My Hittas Know They Dont Condone To Snitchin'
Fuck A Trial Broskie Down To Win It
Lookin For Dem Niggas Why They Keep Sneak Dissin′
See Him In The Field Up The Nickel Niggas Act Like They Pretending
Bitch Im In The Field With The Steal Niggas Say They Wanna Kill Me Act Like They Forgetting
Lil Bro Keep A Glock With 30 Shots For Any Block With Red Beams To Help Him Pay Attention
(Louie)
Another Day Another Dollar For Me
Wake Up And Get To The Money
Money On Me So That Tool Is On Me
If I Want Em Gone I Put Money On Em
AKs With Them 100's In Em
Let A Mop Bring Out The Runna In Em
Ion Bop I Do The Money Dance
Pack Louder Than A Ambulance
I Be Going Dumb With My Big In France
Them New Hon Dons Make Me Feel In France
I Spent Hella Bands On My Robbin Jeans Gotta Get This Green By Any Means
Cop Killas In The Magazines From The Block To The Magazines
Im Mike Yo Bitch Billie Jean Make Her Bestfriend Lick Her Belly Ring
My Life Like A Belly Scene
Catch Me Flexing In That Pelly Thing
Bitches Want Me Like A Wedding Ring
No Awnser I Just Let It Ring
No Time To Talk Baby Tml
And I Dont Set Up No Voicemail
M.O.B Till I D.I.E
With A Beam On Da Heat I Can Shoot A Bee
Shoot A Creep In The Eye And Tell Em See
I Told Yo Dumb Ass Not To Fuck With Me
No Love For A Bitch I Just Fuck And Leave
She Just Sucking Dick If She Ugly
Im Sick I Get Bands I Got Comma Flu
Killas A Hit Up A Carnival
___ I Get Lots Of You We D.O.A They Cant Doctor You .
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Writer(s): Irving Domingo Lorenzo, Raphael Saadiq, Tiheem Crocker, Carl Wheeler, Jeffrey B. Atkins, Andre S. Parker
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