paroles de chanson Murder What She Wrote - Famous

Trying to find out what this shit really mean to me
Trying to find out what this shit really mean to me

I don't need to know this shit to notice it (Nah)
Bitch, I'm the one they talk about when they post it
Bitch, I don't need no help I'm sitting posted
Red ink, yeah that's murder what she wrote, bitch

I got a beam, it'll shine at your necklace (At your neck)
Oh, I thought you was a gangster, where your Tec went?
I get some money then I take it off my checklist
Flawless diamonds, bitch I'm done with all this flexing (With all this flexing)
Audemars Piguet, I need all of my respect (My respect, bitch)
Two-Four hours on a jet
Gave her flowers, then some sex (Sex, yeah)
All she really want to know is that she safe with your people
Talking all that shit and I'ma blow-up like a creeper
I just be making fucking hit, after hit (Yeah, after hit)
It's apparent that I'm made for this shit, yeah
But they don't know it that's the trick
But they gon all find out when I'm rich
I can't ever do the things that I want to do (Nah)
I can't ever be the way I fucking want to be (That I want to be)
Why you keep trying to do the shit that I be doing? (Why)
You a copycat bitch, you a wannabe (Yeah)
You a parasite, you a parakeet (Eww)
Baby don't you lie, I'ma grab my keys
I'm taking too long, got to run it back
Mr. Put that shit on, put it on the track (Yeah, yeah)

I don't need to know this shit to notice it (Nah)
Bitch, I'm the one they talk about when they post it
Bitch, I don't need no help I'm sitting posted
Red ink, yeah that's murder what she wrote, bitch