Murder She Wrote (Remix)

Yeah Yeah Wait wait Icee Icee Icee Yeah Boy said he trying to talk it out I ain't talking no discussions I won't get to bussing But these fists gon' get to touching Said he want the smoke I got Dutches, I got Russians And Icee a Speedracer So you know I get to rushing, ha Man I'm feeling like I'm top ten Pop a bar then I bartend Went to Mars, seen a Martian Kicking shit like down the cliff Okay I feel like Spartan And when I f*ck a bitch I feel like Moses, her legs parting Murder what she wrote But that ain't the same as she spoke Icee be too cold That why he don't trust no hoes Rather fold these bank notes But these people be what fold So yeah my circle look like dot That bitch is not an O Yeah my circle little Yeah that bitch is not an O Yeah my circle little Yeah that bitch is not an O Yeah he claim he ten toes But them shoes be what he stole Yeah he say that he on go But don't know where to go Living up that low life And still asking why he low No I will not sugar coat This shit ain't Sweet'n Low Murder what she wrote But that ain't the same as she spoke Icee be too cold That why he don't trust no hoes Rather fold these bank notes But these people be what fold So yeah my circle look like dot That bitch is not an O Yeah my circle little Yeah that bitch is not an O Yeah my circle little Yeah that bitch is not an O Yeah my circle little Yeah that bitch is not an O Yeah my circle little Yeah that bitch is not an O Woah Woah Yeah