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No bird, I'm pickin' peacock trees

I'm just trying to raise it up for all to see

Don't play or I send all the B's

And this bitch tryna get a hold of these bees

I remember ridin' around with .223s

But I'm thankful for my giving, no knees

Any blunts that we smoke bigger than legs

12 smell 'em, they tryna pull up and make us leave

Young Thugger be Pillsbury Dough, baby

Young Thugger take a brick and make it snow baby

Young Thugger turn a nine into a ho baby

When you leave Thug, you gotta change the clothes baby

Murder she wrote, murder she wrote, murder she wrote

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Now ever since I can remember

I've thugged my car tryna get a couple dollars, woah

Got more handguns than choppers

Got more choppers than rastas

Got more rastas than followers, woah

You can't go near my style, you'se a young thug imposter

Lyin' in this jungle, call me Young Thug Mufasa

We just livin' life and like a flu car you cop us

And if a **** bases is loaded, we ramsack 'em

Stop my grind and now I'm ridin', I'm gone kill your friend

Do it smart, even though it's a sin, you won't see the pen

I got work, we get bands and I won't be your man

And if you get it, understand, I said I won't be a man

Murder she wrote, murder she wrote, murder she wrote

Murder she wrote, murder she wrote, murder she wrote

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Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder

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Murder she wrote