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Homicide Lyrics[Intro: Young Thug]
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[Chorus: Young Thug]
I do my thing, girl, it's a homicide
I do my thing, girl, that's a homicide
My diamonds bling, bae thats a homicide
My ice got ice on, it's a homicide, yeah
Now, I'm with my boys, you know we homicide, yeah
I'ma go on that pussy like a homicide, yeah
Count up some digits, nigga, homicide, alright
Homicide (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
You know the deal
I wanna fuck on your ho
Just 'cause a nigga so real
She suck that dick on the low
I call that bitch out from 'Nolia
I know that bitch wanna fuck
All of these bitches want my woadie
All of these bitches want the sauce
All of these bitches with Migos
I let that bitch hit the road
I let her bang YSL
Fuck hеr again, and she won't tell
Not broke, I got sеnt out on bail
They play, I'ma smoke 'em in prayer
Smoke thangs and ride with Lil ChiChi
She play, you gon' smoke her for real
For real (Brrt)
I won't ride 'round with no nigga, walked in with my cake up
And she was right there when I got my first cake with my penthouse
Got stupid weed, don't put no birds in the car, it's a rental
I just wanna know if you with homicides (Is you with that?)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I do my thing, girl, it's a homicide
I do my thing, girl, that's a homicide
My diamonds bling, bae thats a homicide
My ice got ice on, it's a homicide, yeah
Now, I'm with my boys, you know we homicide, yeah
I'ma go on that pussy like a homicide, yeah
Count up some digits, nigga, homicide, alright
Homicide (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Take-Take-Takeoff!
No matter what no matter the time
I call up my Migo my Slime they gon' ride
He talking like Biggie he ready to die
We gon' see if he bout the shot between the eyes
You rep a fake andyou tell nothing but lies
Ask 'bout that ether and that nigga nice
I get my blessings and go pay my tides
No need for disguise when I hit homicides
Got one like a tissue, nigga, what's the issue?
Fuck you and who with you, my dab is official
Drip Rick the Ruler, I take your rebutal
Yo bitch at my condo she swallow my pickle
You talk to the police, don't wanna fuck with you
You talkin' 'bout homicide, I might get with you
I know that my diamonds, they jump with no team
You lookin' so long, might as well take a picture
Homicide, homicide, my niggas empty their clips down the block
And they smoke you like a swisher
You niggas sneak dissin', get thrown in a river
My drip a refriger, make that nigga shiver
That ain't real gold on your neck boy thats silver
Put that bitch up and she talk to a pillar
Bitch sloppy toppy then I might just tip her
After sliming Domingo, hit her, I dismiss her
Pocket rocket, then my clip on some pocket
She waiting for a nigga dancin' love trappin' shit
These go to school for no karate shit
But when I pull it out, got the Karate Kid
They biting on flows, don't acknowledge it
Cheffin' it up, geometry
Choppa sting a nigga, bumblebee
I'mma slide and leave your block ugly (Brrt, ayy, Takeoff)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I do my thing, girl, it's a homicide
I do my thing, girl, that's a homicide
My diamonds bling, bae thats a homicide
My ice got ice on, it's a homicide, yeah
Now, I'm with my boys, you know we homicide, yeah
I'ma go on that pussy like a homicide, yeah
Count up some digits, nigga, homicide, alright
Homicide (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Do you wanna ride
In the backseat of the black tower
Me and my niggas we do or die
Do you wanna ride
Backseat of my tower cause we bout to do a homicide
Hop out the coupe and I'm mad at you
Hop out the coupe and just blast at you
Me and my nigga like pitcher and catcher
Me and my nigga gon' bust it forever
Hit a nigga like I'm London Fletcher
I stick it the birds that fly with the feathers
Me and my nigga we pull up wherever
Me and my nigga we pull up whenever (Yuh)
Me and my chopper we go together
In the club, I feel like I'm OJ (Oh)
He talking hard with that white T on
So I turned it red looking like Kool Aid
Remember back in the day we used to fade
But now we to grown, we fade with the K
Now that I'm on I'm having my way
Now that I'm on I'm calling the plays
You niggas mad making minimum wage
When you get that paper that paper gon' chase
I don't fuck with niggas who wanna handout
You make me wan' pull-up and air your shit out
I came from kicking in doors and runnin' the houses, that's what I'm bout
Now that I'm up, you know what I'm bout, I pay a hitman to air your shit out

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I do my thing, girl, it's a homicide
I do my thing, girl, that's a homicide
My diamonds bling bae thats a homicide
My ice got ice on, it's a homicide, yeah
Now, I'm with my boys, you know we homicide, yeah
I'ma go on that pussy like a homicide, yeah
Count up some digits, nigga, homicide, alright
Homicide (Yeah)