Kaizen McQueen - Murder She Wrote (Remix)

Yeah
Yeah
Wait wait
Icee Icee Icee
Yeah
Boy said he trying to talk it out
I ain't talking no discussions
I won't get to bussing
But these fists gon' get to touching
Said he want the smoke
I got Dutches, I got Russians
And Icee a Speedracer
So you know I get to rushing, ha
Man I'm feeling like I'm top ten
Pop a bar then I bartend
Went to Mars, seen a Martian
Kicking shit like down the cliff
Okay I feel like Spartan
And when I fuck a bitch
I feel like Moses, her legs parting
Murder what she wrote
But that ain't the same as she spoke
Icee be too cold
That why he don't trust no hoes
Rather fold these bank notes
But these people be what fold
So yeah my circle look like dot
That bitch is not an O
Yeah my circle little
Yeah that bitch is not an O
Yeah my circle little
Yeah that bitch is not an O
Yeah he claim he ten toes
But them shoes be what he stole
Yeah he say that he on go
But don't know where to go
Living up that low life
And still asking why he low
No I will not sugar coat
This shit ain't Sweet'n Low
Murder what she wrote
But that ain't the same as she spoke
Icee be too cold
That why he don't trust no hoes
Rather fold these bank notes
But these people be what fold
So yeah my circle look like dot
That bitch is not an O
Yeah my circle little
Yeah that bitch is not an O
Yeah my circle little
Yeah that bitch is not an O
Yeah my circle little
Yeah that bitch is not an O
Yeah my circle little
Yeah that bitch is not an O
Woah
Woah
Yeah

Written by:
Jeyson Luntzer

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