"Murder Musik" lyrics

Talkin out ya
Talkin out ya
Talkin out ya
Talkin out ya

Rock off my glock, give a barrel on ya head
Now you're thinking to yourself that I never should've said
Freddie, please, I wanna leave, I just wanna go back home
I been crying on the floor, Freddie, please, no more

Talk, talkin' out ya ass, I'm talking all about my gun
And you know I cannot lodge it, no, I think you better run
Freddie pop up in your face and wipe the smile up off your face
Bout to leave without a trace and a grin, I kept the race

Rotten up a bottle, gotta get my guala
You ain't my father, ain't no dougie, now just give me money
You fucking with me bitch, my blicky is geeky, I'm so shifty
I'm freaky, you're weaky, cannot come here, cannot meet me

Bossed up, copped the [?], copped the Louis toonie
Far from home, I want to roam until I'm in the boonies
I got my strap, I got my heater, and you know I'm shooting
Freddie groovin', never workin' on improvement

Rock off my glock, give a barrel on ya head
Now you're thinking to yourself that I never should've said
Freddie, please, I wanna leave, I just wanna go back home
I been crying on the floor, Freddie, please, no more

Freddie, please, can you stop it? Please, do not cock it
Please, do not pull the trigger, please, bitch, you lost it
Freddie, please, can you stop it? Please, do not cock it
Please, do not pull the trigger, please, bitch, you lost it

Freddie, please, can you stop it? Please, do not cock it
Please, do not pull the trigger, please, bitch, you lost it
Freddie, please, can you stop it? Please, do not cock it
Please, do not pull the trigger, please, bitch, you lost it