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King Roscoe – Murder Sh*t Pt. 2 Lyrics

Murder Sh*t Pt. 2 Lyrics – King Roscoe

Facts, Facts
Slatt, Slatt
Boaw, Boaw
Mhmm, Hmm
Grr, Grr
Flex, Flex

Yeah, I be on that murder gang shit
If you ever talkin’ you get hit with the bang
Look at my chain, the way it hang
Pull up with the choppa, we gon’ leave yo ass in pain
Throw you like a boomer rang
Fuck all of y’all
Yeah, fuck you all
All I do is ball
And I like to text, don’t hit me with that call
Music dropping like it’s fall
Me and the niggas be on that

Slaughter Gang Shit, Murder Gang Shit
Slaughter Gang Shit, Murder Gang Shit
Slaughter Gang Shit, Murder Gang Shit
Slaughter Gang Shit, Murder Gang Shit

Slaughter Gang Shit, Murder Gang Shit
Let me have the pussy, for a lil’ bit
And I got the fit
Use you like a kit
I can’t quit, I will never quit
How come you ain’t admit?
Meet me in admin, sidemen
I’ma call you a brideman
I’ma bout to fly a kit yeah
And All my niggas be on that

Slaughter Gang Shit, Murder Gang Shit
Slaughter Gang Shit, Murder Gang Shit
Slaughter Gang Shit, Murder Gang Shit
Slaughter Gang Shit, Murder Gang Shit