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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Mexico
Lil Mexico
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lafazio Jones
Lafazio Jones
Composer
Mateusz Strutyński
Mateusz Strutyński
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wavyboi.
Wavyboi.
Producer
SLICE
SLICE
Engineer

歌詞

[Intro]
(Damn, Clemsy, you snapped on this one)
(Ayy, Wavyb0i)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
[Chorus]
Homicides, it ain't no tellin'
We go slide, it ain't no tellin'
My lil' bro a convicted felon
Still be ridin' 'round with that weapon
If I ain't never start this rap shit, where would I be? Ain't no tellin'
Let that lil' bitch suck the dick, she gon' get cut off if she tellin'
And I see that that boy pussy, I can smell him
We get bags and we gon' mail 'em
I got people still dependin' on me and I cannot fail 'em
Couldn't beat the case, they tried to pin it on me, thank God for the blessing
Lost it all and they went missing on me, thankful for the lesson
[Verse 1]
Pump your brakes, play it safe
I don't want you in my face
You got a gun, I got a gun, yours ain't the only one they make
Glocks and Dracs, what's the hate?
Had to rob, had to take
But ain't crossed no one I love, it ain't a bone inside me fake
When you see me with some slimes the only time I hang with snake
I won't talk down on nobody hurtin', been in the same place (On God)
My dog know he ever hurtin', then I'm just a call away (Just a call away)
I done did some shit I can't take back, just talk to God and pray
[Chorus]
Homicides, it ain't no tellin'
We go slide, it ain't no tellin'
My lil' bro a convicted felon
Still be ridin' 'round with that weapon
If I ain't never start this rap shit, where would I be? Ain't no tellin'
Let that lil' bitch suck the dick, she gon' get cut off if she tellin'
And I see that that boy pussy, I can smell him
We get bags and we gon' mail 'em
I got people still dependin' on me and I cannot fail 'em
Couldn't beat the case, they tried to pin it on me, thank God for the blessing
Lost it all and they went missing on me, thankful for the lesson
[Verse 2]
Ain't no tellin', ain't no talkin', keep your mouth closed since you gangster
Don't think it ain't on me, know I keep a banger
Got caught and he singing, he turned to a singer
You take from me, boy, I'ma cut off your finger
Say what we did, I'ma cut off your tongue
They pick me up, you know I'ma play dumb
We scream out, "Murder," 'round here where I'm from
Young **** thuggin', he clutchin', these **** be muggin', but they ain't on nothin'
Got all these guns, but they triggers is rusty
I'm like a Russian, I up it, I'm bustin'
It ain't no bitch that I'm trustin'
It ain't no bitch that I'm cuffin'
Cut that ho off if she tellin' we fuckin'
Goddamn, they put up his paperwork, that **** bluffin' (Bitch-ass)
[Chorus]
Homicides, it ain't no tellin'
We go slide, it ain't no tellin'
My lil' bro a convicted felon
Still be ridin' 'round with that weapon
If I ain't never start this rap shit, where would I be? Ain't no tellin'
Let that lil' bitch suck the dick, she gon' get cut off if she tellin'
And I see that that boy pussy, I can smell him
We get bags and we gon' mail 'em
I got people still dependin' on me and I cannot fail 'em
Couldn't beat the case, they tried to pin it on me, thank God for the blessing
Lost it all and they went missing on me, thankful for the lesson
Written by: Lafazio Jones, Mateusz Strutyński
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