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Omerta chords and lyrics - FEDD THE GOD
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[Verse 1] [Am]Murder, oh murder, oh murder, oh murder[Dm], oh [Am]murder, oh [Dm]murder, [F]got niggas [Dm]talk too much [Am]I think this bitch tryna give em my location, no I'm worth a ticket and I'm getting low and patient, feed me to them vultures, I'm a waiting wicked [F]satan, [Am]silly fool I [F]hate my buds been [Am]growing I ain't wasting, when I go to heaven I'mma be in Timberlands, black Had 57 fitted, yeah I'm him, yes I am Red [Dm]candles, fed to God [F]Start smokin' red [Dm]candles, fed to God [Am]Start floatin', niggas think I'm jokin' I ain't playin' no more I'm bout to open this big ocean And bring beaches to pole Like, [F]why it's always rainin'? [Dm]It ain't s[F]unny n[Am]o more Y keep on [F]pokin' this volcan[Dm]o Now this lava [G]gon' float [Am]When I say they want that Northside shit That mingo torches whip I grew up in that section Where you couldn't be a bitch [G]If [Dm]you gotta fight Then little nigga throw your fist If you guys shoot, you better bring an [G]extra clip [Am]When y get them booing, it should never leave your click Oh murder, oh [G]murder, oh [Dm]murder Y 'all niggas talk too much Y 'all heard cuffing every bitch, you niggas [G]block too much I [Am]might want a couple dollars, that is not too much I wanna get it out the mall, you niggas watch too much Now the [Dm]G -code ain't the same one I was brought up That's why I don't fuck with niggas, [Am]nada Bitches lining niggas for just a couple dollars Niggas lettin' semis, bustas, ladies wanna holla Real [Dm]bitch shit, I be on real drip shit Fetty talkin' his shit, that's why I get my dick lick[Am], my dick lick Hold on, wait a minute, I ain't comin' like I'm meek If justice need reform, them niggas bootin' as I speak Oh, [Dm]murder, oh, murder, oh, murder Y 'all niggas talk too much [G]Hold [Am]on, wait a minute, I ain't comin' like I'm meek If justice need reform, them niggas bootin' as I speak Oh, [Dm]murder, oh, murder, oh, murder Y 'all niggas talk [G]too much, lose [Am]lips in chips, karma is a bitch Mama say I'm smart, I should never have to mix [Dm]If I die today, then I will grant these niggas wish Why would I leave the city when I'm the city's biggest [Am]fish? Nigga, pressure bust pipes, that's why I fuck her every night Fed a real sicko, he should be on what's on sight Seein' [Dm]niggas get shot before they learn to ride a bike See some niggas bout to blow, but them niggas lost they [G]life [Am]Hold on, wait a minute, I ain't comin' like I'm Meek If justice need reform, then niggas boopin' as I speak Oh [Dm]murder, oh murder, oh murder Y 'all niggas talk too [G]much [Am]Hold on, wait a minute, I ain't comin' like I'm meek If justice need reform, then niggas boopin' as I speak Oh [Dm]murder, oh murder, oh murder Y 'all niggas talk too [G]much [Am] [Dm] [Am] [Dm][Dm] the
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