Lola Monroe - Murder lyrics

rate me

Disrespect me and bring the skrilla to your dealer

Put the killers on your villa

How you feel it don’t apeal it

Go gorilla with the trillest, and ceiling turn to reveal us

I just mirror with the realest, living so realest the grillest

Bitch, fit and bitch I bet you so quick, I bet you to pose

My picture perfect figures that’s flickin up in the pose

I’m sicken off in the does, for sick you up the clothes

Area, dem varia, sittin up in the rose

They appearing all appareil, from an american appareil

I’m in paris and apparently, I’m paralel with both

As in dolce and gabana and the coco and madona

Lace design and designers, double c and them hugh blows

[Hook]

When my niggas is in the building, that’s murder

Hold the block and we make it till the next, murder

Al white, blow smoke, stealing, that’s murder

Suicide, does got us feeling like, murder

You, you, you, yeah you could call it, murder

You, you, you, yeah you could call it, murder

And yes, when I throw the shoes on the watch, murder

My nigga that’s double homicide

I made it through hatred, escaped through envy

Carolina blue jordans, baby blue bentley

My mama raised a baby in the zoo

So I blew money on lola and put a baby in her too

Had a crazy nigga crew, that when them blue lights were after

But that’s before I blew up and blew life in rappers

You bastards, for the last time, I do this in my past time

My diamonds variations of blue, like them last lines

My lines last cause I ain’t going through a lying phase

I’m a beast behind bars like a lion cage

90 gold chains and a gold benz

They try to block me but I still score like a gold 10

Check the credits motherfucker yeah you heard right

I’m puff’s right hand in every sence of the word right

I serve like serena when I serve light

A truck driver sippin syrup with my swerve like, nigga

[Hook]

When my niggas is in the building, that’s murder

Hold the block and we make it till the next, murder

Al white, blow smoke, stealing, that’s murder

Suicide, does got us feeling like, murder

You, you, you, yeah you could call it, murder

You, you, you, yeah you could call it, murder

And yes, when I throw the shoes on the watch, murder

My nigga that’s double homicide.