paroles de chanson MURDER SKIT - Robert Wayne

We come through the door and we take on your life
Then we kidnap your wife, then we call it a night
Then we back on the flight, we keeping it dark man
We cut out the lights, man, you know what I'm saying

You know we ain't playing, we playing some chess
When we done with the chasing, you fucked up
And now you know it's embarrassing
We ain't going to front
Just take a look in the block
Two hundred degrees

Man you know it's all hot, shit can't escape man
You know it's going to pop, ten different safes
And we breaking the lock, who going to be next
And we back on your neck, we just want some respect

We ain't here for the flex, so don't waste on your time
Cause you going feel the stretch, so don't call any names
Cause you going feel the stress