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Bones (Murder Dance)
Hip-Hop/Rap
Bones (Murder Dance) was released on March 11, 2026 by 8456471 Records DK as a part of the album The Dark
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Release DateMarch 11, 2026
Label8456471 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Li Tone
Li Tone
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
B. A. Dominguez
B. A. Dominguez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
dragosmarcus
dragosmarcus
Producer

Lyrics

Whole body got designer bitch im swaggin'
When i die just put my fye and all my diamonds in a casket
You gon die, you touch one thing of mine, this fye is not for fashion
Whip it out faster than barry allen, this bitch keep on flashin'
Every **** that was with my bitch before me a bunch of faggots
Get found my the police, all they seen was bones and body maggots
They think that they know me, they dont know what problems i been having
Thuggin' by my doley, sippin' purple drank and rolling cabbage
Love my brand new freaky bitch, she throw that ass and im gon catch it
Yeah you know that pussy good, i get up in there im gon stretch it
She tryna piss me off, she love it when i fuck her more aggressive
Off this lean and two more percs i bust a nut and then im resting
I done said i think im blessed
Put my body to the test
Takin' drugs cause im obsessed
Takin' drugs cause im obsessed
With my stick, know im the best
Put this glock up at your chest
Pussy bitch gon need your vest
This **** still aint learn his lesson
Fuck your bitch, shoot off her breats
Rotten blood and dirty flesh
Yall feel that shit burnin' yet
Yall feel that shit burnin' yet
Got more guns, im learnin' yeah
Guns turn me a vermin yeah
Guts rip out, you squirmin' yeah
Finna do my murder dance
Yeah, this my murder dance
Uh huh, this my murder dance
Rip, rip the roots out, know we grave digging
Uh
I be lying if i said i hate jiggas
Bill gates, rich junkie wont stop till eight figures
Fish bait, tear your body up, i feed my dawg the liver
This state, no matter how much that you try, we all some killers
Big ass crib up in the hills
Toatin guns and doing pills
Yall wanted me to be for real
You still want me to be for real
Dirty choppers, doing drills
Put this chopper to your grill
You still want me to be for real
You still want me to be for real
I cant lie i love to kill
Give a fuck about your build
Bitch my bullets go through steel
That 40. feed your ass a meal
Leave him stankin' like a mill
Do this shit just for the thrill
Pop a couple, let it grill
Pop a couple, let it grill
Draco give yo ass a limp
Dont need no hoes, bitch im a pimp
Look at my bitch, i get a glimpse
That ass fatter than a blimp
Beyblade, we gon let em rip
Put extra bread up on my grip
They break yo teeth and rip your lips
Gon catch us in all kinda whips
Stolo whip, i gotta dip
Me and my gang know how to bip
I see a copper, dump the clip
I see a copper, dump the clip
Dont say we dont know how to live
I promise we know how to live
I promise we know how to live
I promise we know how to live
Whole body got designer bitch im swaggin'
When i die just put my fye and all my diamonds in a casket
You gon die, you touch one thing of mine, this fye is not for fashion
Whip it out faster than barry allen, this bitch keep on flashin'
Every **** that was with my bitch before me a bunch of faggots
Get found my the police, all they seen was bones and body maggots
They think that they know me, they dont know what problems i been having
Thuggin' by my doley, but im with my **** living lavish, uh
Written by: B. A. Dominguez
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