Lyrics Premeditated Murder (feat. Broke Carrey) - Broke Carrey , Elijah Parrish

She don't wanna be erased
I realized she's not my type (She not my type)
Get that phone out of my face, bitch
I don't this for the hype (For the hype)
Wanna know why know me
You don't need no more enemies (No more enemies)
They wanna take my energy
Then coming back to apologize (Apologize)

Watch me rollin' with my G's
Bitches be like: "Who's this?" (Ey)
Pull up with my new chick
Forbes man, a new rich (Say what?)
Gettin' blue like I'm Stitch
But I will never go snitch
I got my phone on glitch
Say: "What's goin on bitch?" (Yah)

It's just me the real me
Rappers wanna diss me (Ey)
Your bitch wanna feel me
If you married; miss me
They gettin' bodied by me
She say: "Daddy buy me" (Buy me)
But I ain't spending on this bitch
She don't satisfy me

I fuck her, then I skrt-skrt-skrt-skrt (Ey, ey)
I shoot 'em, then I skrt-skrt-skrt-skrt (Skrrt, skrrt)
And the police be like: "ID, Sr-Sr" (Skrtt, skrrt)
It's only cause I'm irie, for sure (For sure)
I fuck her, then I skrt-skrt-skrt-skrt (Skrrt, skrrt)
I shoot 'em, then I skrt-skrt-skrt-skrt (Ey, ey)
And the police be like: "ID, Sr-Sr"
It's only cause I'm irie, for sure (Ey, ey)

'Toy verde como Mojo Jojo
To's miran como mojo a esas hoes
Sigo en números rojos, bombón
Estoy tirando como: ¡Plop, plop, plop, plop! (Ey)
Sigo hustlin' on the low
Mucho Pedigree para mis dogs
Ya lo decidí, quiero un millón
Mejor si dos, mejor que Dios
Está la gorra atrás de mi
To' esos wachos wannabe
'Toy dulce como Rapanuí
El show que digas lo rompí
Llego al barrio y dicen: "Sheesh, eh you, Carrey keloke"
Yo respondo: "Todo piola, muchas cosas on the way" (Ey)
En un año estoy en otra, en Europa o en LA
Ladys me tocan el timbre y yo solo pienso, ¿qué?, ¿qué?, ¿qué? (Carrey)

I fuck her, then I skrt-skrt-skrt-skrt (Ey, ey)
I shoot 'em, then I skrt-skrt-skrt-skrt (Skrrt, skrrt)
And the police be like: "ID, Sr-Sr" (Skrtt, skrrt)
It's only cause I'm irie, for sure (Yeah, yeah)
I fuck her, then I skrt-skrt-skrt-skrt (Skrrt, skrrt)
I shoot 'em, then I skrt-skrt-skrt-skrt (Ey, ey)
And the police be like: "ID, Sr-Sr"
It's only cause I'm irie, for sure