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lirik lagu money and murder – cornflex

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[verse 1: cornflex]
motherf*ckers acting up, what?
others stutter, when c*flex kickin their b*tts
my pockets closed, no hand can check for doe
whippin every hoe, off that floor
i don’t know what you asking for
told ya’ll b*tches, you don’t really wanna get me go
one hand grabbing a four*four, da other that hoe, though
putting the hole on that temple, making da brain flow
ripping every single of your fingers apart
rapping like my slaps, on that b*tch ass, so hard
i came for the cash, smelled that b*tch from the far
shouldn’t have flexed with that on instagram
who came? i am a serial k!ller, mayne
i f*ck your life for a single cent
get your sh*t right, hide and step away
money, money, bl**dy hungry, everyday
i cut you off like a fish filet
your b*tch get sprayed, kicking in your face
stick it in your mouth, i don’t need to aim
i am in your house, bullets out my magnum rain
f*ck you b*tch, huh
dump, da dead body, nowhere
no mo, motherf*cking forehead
get chopped up and slaughtered into pieces
horror, worth every f*cking dollar, died in your feces
burn that b*tch, like a muf*ckah
curse of a witch made me a muf*ckah
worth this sh*t? h*ll yeah, assh0l*
it is all about the cashflow
i have to go and stack mo
revenge on all you b*tches, non*stop
i come to get every single one dropped
motherf*ckers acting up, what?
others stutter, when c*flex kickin their b*tts
my pockets closed, no hand can check for doe
whippin every hoe, off that floor
i don’t know what you asking for
told ya’ll b*tches, you don’t really wanna get me go
one hand grabbing a four*four, da other that hoe, though
putting the hole on that temple, making da brain flow
ripping every single of your fingers apart
rapping like my slaps, on that b*tch ass, so hard
i came for the cash, smelled that b*tch from the far
shouldn’t have flexed with that on instagram
who came? i am a serial k!ller, mayne
i f*ck your life for a single cent
get your sh*t right, hide and step away
money, money, bl**dy hungry, everyday
i cut you off like a fish filet
your b*tch get sprayed, kicking in your face
stick it in your mouth, i don’t need to aim
i am in your house, bullets out my magnum rain
f*ck you b*tch, huh
dump, da dead body, nowhere
no mo, motherf*cking forehead
get chopped up and slaughtered into pieces
horror, worth every f*cking dollar, died in your feces
burn that b*tch, like a muf*ckah
curse of a witch made me a muf*ckah
worth this sh*t? h*ll yeah, assh0l*
it is all about the cashflow
i have to go and stack mo
revenge on all you b*tches, non*stop
i come to get every single one dropped

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