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Murder Scene Test

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James B
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Bodybag.

Smoking Kimber, the greatest.

Two years ago, two years ago

I was broke.

Okay.

Two years ago I was broke,

two years later I'm rich.

Ain't that 'bout a bitch?

Life's a pretty bitch.

They say they wanna fight, ain't

that why I bought a blick,

yeah.

Niggas ain't on shit, uh-uh.

Pull up on his block with

the tens, uh.

Minding my business, getting to the

millions.

Bitch, I'm chilling, I mean booling.

Stacking them Franklins to the ceiling.

I put the evil in evil

villain.

Like Evel Knievel, I'll leave him

crippled.

Got No Limit the gang and

they riding with me.

Make a murder, murder, murder, murder

scene.

Smoke too much, I need Visine.

Smoking Wite Rice, I don't do

Irene.

Pop Percocet 'til my eyes bleed.

Then I hop in the car,

do a high speed.

Police, they can't catch me.

They used to seeing my spoiler.

I fuck a bad bitch, I'ma

record her.

Diamonds on splash, wetter than water.

Family, money, respect, and power, uh-huh,

uh-huh, in that order.

Used to hide bricks behind the

shower, uh-huh, they was coming from

the border, uh-huh.

I be collecting the money, I

stack it inside of my house

like a hoarder, uh-huh.

Hit the strip club, make it

rain, shake like I'm listening to

Travis Porter, uh-huh.

I guess a million stacked up,

but I guess I need more

and more, uh.

Baguettes on me and I'm racked

up, bet you never seen this

before, uh.

Never seen a nigga like me

before.

Give her the world, I got

the deliver, Home Depot.

I'm in the hood, .40 in

the Gucci Pico.

Pull up at a nigga house,

take his shit like repo.

Pockets fat, love that green, CeeLo.

My money fat like Green, CeeLo.

Remember I was sipping that green,

CeeLo.

MP only with a green bean,

CeeLo.

She not from United States, she

from Rio.

The other bitch pussy came from

Puerto Rico.

Blue pills slow my ass down

like Ne-Yo.

I don't do the white, but

I used to sell kilos.

Two years ago I was broke,

two years later I'm rich.

Ain't that 'bout a bitch?

Life's a pretty bitch.

They say they wanna fight, ain't

that why I bought a blick,

yeah.

Niggas ain't on shit, uh-uh.

Pull up on his block with

the tens, uh.

Minding my business, getting to the

millions.

Bitch, I'm chilling, I mean booling.

Stacking them Franklins to the ceiling.

I put the evil in evil

villain.

Like Evel Knievel, I'll leave him

crippled.

Got No Limit the gang and

they riding with me.

Make a murder, murder, murder, murder

scene.

Choppa on the beat, big and

baggy blood.

We won't stop 'til we see

blood.

I'm No Limit gang or nothing,

but I still know some Crips

and Bloods.

R.I.P.

to Nipsey, he used to get

it cracking, cuz.

Shout out to all my slimes

and slatts.

Choppas on deck, they be making

it brat.

In the studio, bitch, I be

spitting up brat.

Bullet hit in his chest, caught

your asthma attack.

Found out that he died after

the fact.

Made him famous, put his name

on the map.

Roger Davis, I'm in Gucci again.

Double G scarf watch it blow

in the wind.

Gun to his heart, better tear

him apart.

Now his friends want a part,

so we pull up again.

I was in the park, off

the meds.

Driving in the car, off the

Xans.

Dope we spark, guns we spark,

niggas we spark, blast them.

At the end of the day,

they don't got shit to say

if the young nigga handle all

of my biz.

I got the rock in my

hand, LeBron James, I'm balling.

Made me the bored, bored, don't

wanna be in the US no

more.

I'm a young lion, now hear

me roar.

All my enemies hit the floor.

Yeah, made me the bored, bored,

can't be in the US no

more.

One of these fuck niggas gon'

try me, paint his face with

the Glock like he at Sephora.

Two years ago I was broke,

two years later I'm rich.

Ain't that 'bout a bitch?

Life's a pretty bitch.

They say they wanna fight, ain't

that why I bought a blick,

yeah.

Niggas ain't on shit, uh-uh.

Pull up on his block with

the tens, uh.

Minding my business, getting to the

millions.

Bitch, I'm chilling, I mean booling.

Stacking them Franklins to the ceiling.

I put the evil in evil

villain.

Like Evel Knievel, I'll leave him

crippled.

Got No Limit the gang and

they riding with me.

Make a murder, murder, murder, murder

scene!

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Murder Scene Test
Published January 30, 2026

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bizlal
bizlal1mo ago

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