Murder Musik

Talkin’ out ya- talkin’ out ya- Talkin’ out ya- talkin’ out ya- [Chorus] Rock off my Glock, feel the barrel on ya head Now you thinkin’ to yourself, that I never should’ve said “Freddie please I wanna leave, I just wanna go back home” “I be crying on the floor, Freddie please no more” [Verse 1] Talk- talkin’ out ya ass, I’m talking all about my gun And you know I cannot lie to you, I think you better run Freddie pop up in your place, and whip the smile off your face ‘Bout to leave without a trace, and a grin I can’t erase [Verse 2] Thought never bought, gotta get my guala You ain’t my father, ain't no dougie, now just give me monеy You fucking with me bitch, my fifty kinky, I'm so shifty I'm freaky, you reeky, cannot come hеre, now meet me Bossed up, cock up fuck i cock it loaded to me Far from home, I want to roam, 'till I hit them doonies I've got my strap, I've got my 8mm talking, you know im shooting The Freddie booming out, working on improvement [Chorus] Rock off my Glock, feel the barrel on ya head Now you thinkin' to yourself, that I never should've said "Freddie please I wanna leave, I just wanna go back home" "I be crying on the floor, Freddie please no more" [Outro] "Freddie please can you stop it, please do not cock it" "Please do not pull the trigger, please bitch you've lost it" "Freddie please can you stop it, please do not cock it" "Please do not pull the trigger, please bitch you've lost it" "Freddie please can you stop it, please do not cock it" "Please do not pull the trigger, please bitch you've lost it" "Freddie please can you stop it, please do not cock it" "Please do not pull the trigger, please bitch you've lost it"