Lyrics:
Friday night was lively
Asked could I leave
But she said no politely
Baby that is cool by me
Sitting by the pool ice tea
I think she wanted to entice me
know[00:22.61]How I did it?[00:23.73]Where I'm getting all this dough[00:24.87]And if you coming for my recipe, it's murder what she wrote[00:27.05]Yeah I did it,
And I ain't tryna pull you down, or sound like a broken record
But you should know by now that all! Niggas is dogs
Better to have a rich pit than
cold
And all the boys are laughing at her
Look how she sweats with that coat on her chest
She must like the way that it hides all the fat that she
all be gray
Put your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
he'll be for the rest of his life
All they do is scream and shout
They gave me a job
Put me up
Put me on one
That's where he'll be for the rest of her
and gigglin'
Mercy, take a look at that wigglin'
See the cutie in the corner
She's losin' her blues by stompin' outta her shoes
The folks are hoopin' n' hoppin'
wanna see you win that's all
I never wanna see you fall
I really wanna see its ball
I'm sorry I ain't see yo call
If I wrote you a love letter would you
know
And when my time come, baby that's all she wrote
Th-that-that-the-that that's all she wrote
I don't want no money, I don't want no hoe
Wanna free my
I´ll cross that bridge when I come to it
If it ain´t broke don´t fix it
It´s a long way I must admit...
That´s all she wrote
(Intro)
(90)
90,90,90
(Chorus - DXRKEMOTIONS)
I want some more, I wrote the chorus
I live a life I can barely afford
He got a lambo, She bought
She got me seeing out my third eye when I'm in her stomach
Soon as I put on my bird's eye, love is all I wanted
No longer crippled by pride, only
Trackateering Music
Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all
People love to use that quote
"I'm doin' it for the culture"
But what culture is that
chasin' clout (come on)
Shit corny, even Fat Joe had to call him out
You mad she fuckin' Nelly nigga that's what it's all about (haha)
Stacy Dash dumb
Tempers start flaring and articles start to fly
She has all her friends convinced that I'm a crazy guy
I wrote her this love letter
But she don't know
to get along
And he won't get a chance again
That's all she wrote
"Dear John", I sent your saddle home"
She didn't forward no address
No she never
mama's eyes
That old family album she'll keep on her night stand
Right next to the Bible until the day she dies
Through all those years in prison she
on computers
She got murdered, what's the one that shoot her?
Smart, but can't fool her
She went from singing me gospels to drug novels
Now she's all about
eyes off the prize is the quickest way to return it
I can tell that she's yearning
Closed off by default, but communication, she's learnin
I tell her
Murder, murder, m-m murder murder
That's what she wrote
Yea (they fuckin' with me)
Harlem little diva
Cruise the streets in the Ghost
I got
Murder that she wrote
Everything is written proper
Pull up on a oppa
Hit his ass with that chopper
Murder that she wrote
Everything is written
already knew
That I'll keep you going
And the World War III and the World Series
Will make the same size headlines in the news
From all I've seen
223 came with the scoop
Murder what she wrote
Who want the smoke
223 came with the scoop
Murder what she wrote
Spinning his block in the all black
envision
Pushing P, I push the piston
Pushing me, that's how I'm living
You'll never fall, boy you tripping
Trying to grow, I wrote "The Victim"
Villain
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