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Bloody Civilian
Bloody Civilian
Stimme und Gesang
Lifesize Teddy
Lifesize Teddy
Stimme und Gesang
Miraa May
Miraa May
Stimme und Gesang
Orlando Nnadozie Oparaugo
Orlando Nnadozie Oparaugo
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Emoseh Khamofu
Emoseh Khamofu
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Bloody Civilian
Bloody Civilian
Produzent:in
Jake Gordon
Jake Gordon
Mischtechniker:in
Orlando Nnadozie Oparaugo
Orlando Nnadozie Oparaugo
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Jeremy Cooper
Jeremy Cooper
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

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(Bloody) Let me show you how to kill a man (kill a man) Proper oh You've got to do it when he's down Not when he's sober oh And, if that man start to shout, mm I'ma have to slap am oh And, take him to the backyard oh (take him to the backyard) And, give him with the dagger oh, yeah (give him with the dagger) Anybody wey cross my meter (my meter) I get many problems, ask my sister, ah-ah (ah-ah) Ask my brother Anger wey dey boil like heater, ah-ah (anger wey dey boil like heater) Cross my meter (cross my meter) I got many problems, ask my brother, yeah (yeah) I got many bullets coming your way, I say Oh murder, oh murder (okay) Oh murder, oh murder Oh murder, oh murder (it's a murder, murder) Now, it's time to put this nigga six feet under Feet under Yeah, and, I smile as I do it It's nuts, yeah, I know That boy won't see Christmas, got blood on my Louis Deading him was funs, so, I won't cry when I'm in cuffs Militants, get the bullets in, no survival I'm the one, I'ma get him down, my revival I'm a fucking killer like a horror, Thriller Don't get me fucked up Anybody cross this meter Come meet my gun Learn your lesson, yeah (uh-uh) Load up the .Mag, straight to your gut No where to run, yeah (oh-oh, ohh) Talking is done, go tell his mom "We can't find her son", yeah (we can't find her son, yeah) I left most my bullets all in his brain, I say Oh murder, oh murder (okay) Oh murder, oh murder Oh murder, oh murder (it's a murder, murder) Oh murder, oh murder Go down, down, go down, down (alright) Go down, down, go down, down (oh murder) Go down, down, go down, down Now, it's time to put this nigga six feet under Feet under No let dem catch you oh Do am on a low, no dey calcu' Smoke a nigga up like Backwood If he get in my black book I'll do it, so that karma doesn't have to Chopper singing "Silence" in the bathroom I don't kill somebody pikin oh Sorry to their mama, I don warm am many times E dey bloody when I para, I dey fire pass the kala One shot inna the air, everybody don dey hala, "who your father be?" I no send anybody papa, finally No apologies, snipe for the fun of it Uncontrollable anger I'm mad as fuck if you wanna be Shey you want to see crazy? You don dey look me for corner since Blood inna mi eyes, I dey vex, no dey bother me Emeka don go, then Opus, then Abolaji Murder was the case, so, I leave them on the property And, send peace, love and light to their families No para me Oh murder, oh murder (okay) Oh murder, oh murder Oh murder, oh murder (it's a murder, murder) Oh murder, oh murder Go down, down, go down, down (alright) Go down, down, go down, down (oh murder) Go down, down, go down, down Now, it's time to put this nigga six feet under
Writer(s): Emose Khamofu, Gascoine Njoroge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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