CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : HOMICIDE
In the night
I might break out that fire, b*t*h (Ayy)
Four-five on the hip (Yuh)
pu**y best stay on your-
The Crimson Chin
Ayy, ayy, yuh
Can you make the beat, like, loud as f**k in my headphones?
Turn me up
Right round, right round
Yuh, ayy
Yuh, ayy
In the night, I might break out that fire, b*t*h (Ayy)
Four-five on the hip (Yuh)
pu**y best stay on your side (Yuh)
Ayy, if she want that smoke, we pull up
Snap, crack, pop yo' spine (Ayy)
b*t*h, I get my money dirty, I don't wear no suit and tie
Get a bag for homicide (Ayy)
Homicide, homicide, homicide (Homicide)
Like, who the f**k is down the ride?
Homicide (Yuh)
Which one of you f**kers wanna diе?
Homicide (Yuh, yuh)
Only way a n***a take me out is if it's suicidе
I could give a f**k about the mouth of sheep who scrutinize (Ayy)
I just quit my nine-to-five
I pay my bills by taking lives (Yuh)
I don't even waste no time (Ayy), I know these (Ayy) pussies scared (Ayy) to die
Yuh
Hit him with the stick in my denim, we might fade
Bet that he won't live to see light of the next day
b*t*h, I want the pu**y, don't touch me with your face
Pull up and I body the skin, it gon' turn gray
Okay, like
f**k n***a
I untuck quicker
You get busted (Yuh)
Phone switchin'
On yo' block twitching, you get dusted
In the night, I might break out that fire, b*t*h (Yuh, ayy)
Four-five on the hip
pu**y best stay on your side (Yuh, yuh)
Ayy, if she want that smoke, we pull up
Snap, crack, pop yo' spine
b*t*h, I get my money dirty, I don't wear no suit and tie
Get a bag for homicide (Yuh)
Homicide, homicide, homicide (Homicide)
Like, who the f**k is down the ride?
Homicide
b*t*h
Uh, I be always up, flexing OnlyFans dough (Yo)
Yeah, I f**ked yo' b*t*h, now she is my hoe
Anybody want it, get the smoke like dro (I-I-I)
n***a like, oh, what, b*t*h
I don't give a f**k about a n***a, he a ghost (No)
n***a barely up, man, that boy is a chode
Pour up on a four, kicking hoes out the door (b*t*h)
Boom
Titties, they bigger, they break backs
Y-Y-Y-You smoke sh*tty, my middy is straight pack (Yeah)
You been hating
These b*t*hes, I don't pick, u-uh
A couple of them just got my d**k, uh (Ha)
Oh, yeah, so I
c*m up in her f**king eyes (Yeah)
b*t*h, suck my f**king d**k
Rub it on your f**king thighs
Uh
Man
Shout-out
Uh
Crack
Yuh
b*t*h
I might break out that fire, b*t*h (Ayy)
Four-five on the hip (Yuh)
pu**y best stay on your-
The Crimson Chin
Ayy, ayy, yuh
Can you make the beat, like, loud as f**k in my headphones?
Turn me up
Right round, right round
Yuh, ayy
Yuh, ayy
In the night, I might break out that fire, b*t*h (Ayy)
Four-five on the hip (Yuh)
pu**y best stay on your side (Yuh)
Ayy, if she want that smoke, we pull up
Snap, crack, pop yo' spine (Ayy)
b*t*h, I get my money dirty, I don't wear no suit and tie
Get a bag for homicide (Ayy)
Homicide, homicide, homicide (Homicide)
Like, who the f**k is down the ride?
Homicide (Yuh)
Which one of you f**kers wanna diе?
Homicide (Yuh, yuh)
Only way a n***a take me out is if it's suicidе
I could give a f**k about the mouth of sheep who scrutinize (Ayy)
I just quit my nine-to-five
I pay my bills by taking lives (Yuh)
I don't even waste no time (Ayy), I know these (Ayy) pussies scared (Ayy) to die
Yuh
Hit him with the stick in my denim, we might fade
Bet that he won't live to see light of the next day
b*t*h, I want the pu**y, don't touch me with your face
Pull up and I body the skin, it gon' turn gray
Okay, like
f**k n***a
I untuck quicker
You get busted (Yuh)
Phone switchin'
On yo' block twitching, you get dusted
In the night, I might break out that fire, b*t*h (Yuh, ayy)
Four-five on the hip
pu**y best stay on your side (Yuh, yuh)
Ayy, if she want that smoke, we pull up
Snap, crack, pop yo' spine
b*t*h, I get my money dirty, I don't wear no suit and tie
Get a bag for homicide (Yuh)
Homicide, homicide, homicide (Homicide)
Like, who the f**k is down the ride?
Homicide
b*t*h
Uh, I be always up, flexing OnlyFans dough (Yo)
Yeah, I f**ked yo' b*t*h, now she is my hoe
Anybody want it, get the smoke like dro (I-I-I)
n***a like, oh, what, b*t*h
I don't give a f**k about a n***a, he a ghost (No)
n***a barely up, man, that boy is a chode
Pour up on a four, kicking hoes out the door (b*t*h)
Boom
Titties, they bigger, they break backs
Y-Y-Y-You smoke sh*tty, my middy is straight pack (Yeah)
You been hating
These b*t*hes, I don't pick, u-uh
A couple of them just got my d**k, uh (Ha)
Oh, yeah, so I
c*m up in her f**king eyes (Yeah)
b*t*h, suck my f**king d**k
Rub it on your f**king thighs
Uh
Man
Shout-out
Uh
Crack
Yuh
b*t*h
