Ricky Hil - Murder She Wrote lyrics
[Ricky Hil - Murder She Wrote lyrics]
Ricky, born and raised in the Nostras
Put that fork in the pork I ain't kosher
Make your bitch respect me like, "hello, sir"
Got long curls she got a low cut
Oh you wanna go to hell? take bofth us
Me I got connects like?soses?
Got a couple Chevy’s got a couple roadsters
With a fat back tire like Orpah's
Epic shit that I say like
She could stay awake sniffing coca
And she like morphine
But she just need a few shots
La da da da da, like Tupac
Hospital but I ain't sign a blue rock
Tatted up, long hair, and I’m new opp
Shit, all them lames they secondary
Write my mixtapes down in Obituary's
Murder she wrote like Angela
Mur-mur-mur-Murder she wrote like Angela
Murder she wrote me
Murder she wrote me murda murda
Prick, pouring on the wrong side
Finger flipped a coin homicide, or a suicide
No clue, looking for the alibi
Poison in the brain and I'm trying
Not to lose my mind
I watch that concerned burning all my weed
I'm getting stressed out
And I'm drinking alcohol again
Body bags, toe tags
Rehabilitation on my mind
Everyday I'm fighting with my self
Lord forgive me, pills kill my kidney
That debates misery, murder she wrote me
Lolly pops of morphine soda pop a codeine
Hydrocodone in the morning in the evening
Murderous, Mrs with a noose in the closet
And the candle brought a coffin
Dead body, the souls of the haunted
Victims, decomposed body's, fucking rotten
Rotten
Murder she wrote like Angela
Mur-mur-mur-Murder she wrote like Angela
Murder she wrote me
Murder she wrote me murda murda
Put that fork in the pork I ain't kosher
Make your bitch respect me like, "hello, sir"
Got long curls she got a low cut
Oh you wanna go to hell? take bofth us
Me I got connects like?soses?
Got a couple Chevy’s got a couple roadsters
With a fat back tire like Orpah's
Epic shit that I say like
She could stay awake sniffing coca
And she like morphine
But she just need a few shots
La da da da da, like Tupac
Hospital but I ain't sign a blue rock
Tatted up, long hair, and I’m new opp
Shit, all them lames they secondary
Write my mixtapes down in Obituary's
Murder she wrote like Angela
Mur-mur-mur-Murder she wrote like Angela
Murder she wrote me
Murder she wrote me murda murda
Prick, pouring on the wrong side
Finger flipped a coin homicide, or a suicide
No clue, looking for the alibi
Poison in the brain and I'm trying
Not to lose my mind
I watch that concerned burning all my weed
I'm getting stressed out
And I'm drinking alcohol again
Body bags, toe tags
Rehabilitation on my mind
Everyday I'm fighting with my self
Lord forgive me, pills kill my kidney
That debates misery, murder she wrote me
Lolly pops of morphine soda pop a codeine
Hydrocodone in the morning in the evening
Murderous, Mrs with a noose in the closet
And the candle brought a coffin
Dead body, the souls of the haunted
Victims, decomposed body's, fucking rotten
Rotten
Murder she wrote like Angela
Mur-mur-mur-Murder she wrote like Angela
Murder she wrote me
Murder she wrote me murda murda