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Lil Durk - Homicide Lyrics

[Intro]
(Bueller)
My nigga Pharris
(Band)
Life ain't no joke
(Victoriouz)
Keep your eyes open, nigga (Bandkamp)

[Verse 1]
Be careful with bitches, all these bitches is diggers
They say she love you forever, next thing, be fuckin' your nigga
Need a bitch to get with it, that's why I need me a misses
I just fuck her and pass her, I might slide her some Fendi
Shorty say she 300 and she all 'bout debit
She said she scared of them D-boys, well, shorty, that's how I'm livin'
Either fame or cars, it wouldn't make me no different
I just caught me a bird and I ain't talkin' 'bout Twitter
Light skin, redbone, peanut butter, no jar
Or maybe cool as a fan or either darker than tar
This the life that I'm livin', I want part of it all
I'm like a star to a mall, so I target 'em all
Dolce Gabbana, Gucci, Louis, or Prada
True Religions or Rockins, Ralph Laurens or Robbins
I ain't gotta stunt 'cause I got 'em, soon as they droppin', I'm coppin'
Lead the lot with a foreign, finna go slide on my foreign
2013, I got it, last two years, I've been trappin'
You addicted to bitches and I'm addicted to rappin'
All-white Pelle is leather, lookin' just like a napkin
All my niggas, they drillin', they say that we be trappin', let's get it
[Chorus]
Homicide, homicide, it's a homicide
Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide
First forty-eight, real life, it's a homicide
He in the morgue, or he snitchin', or he traumatized
Homicide, homicide, it's a homicide
Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide
First forty-eight, real life, it's a homicide
He in the morgue, or he snitchin', or he traumatized

[Verse 2]
I cut the locks off, like champagne tops, I pop off
Free Reggie and free Lil Charles, K9 blitz, they some dogs
That MAC'll knock his top off
That [?] had dropped his top off
Run up and you get dropped off
LL button up, no Cool J
My diamonds red like Kool-Aid
My Rollie watch say, "Too late"
I'm mad as head like toupees
A lot of niggas fugaz'
I'm in the trap like 2 Chainz
Except for I got like four chains
Police snatch, say no names
You talkin', you get duct tape
What's like to have that butt face?
These hoes, they in the duck race
Fuck me, then fuck BJ, shout out to the DJ
In the field where we play
You pussies better behave
I'm runnin' hoes like relays, let's get it
[Chorus]
Homicide, homicide, it's a homicide
Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide
First forty-eight, real life, it's a homicide
He in the morgue, or he snitchin', or he traumatized
Homicide, homicide, it's a homicide
Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide
First forty-eight, real life, it's a homicide
He in the morgue, or he snitchin', or he traumatized

[Outro]
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