Criminal (From the Original Motion Picture Scream 7|Explicit)
Jessie Murph« Criminal (From the Original Motion Picture Scream 7|Explicit) » est une chanson de Jessie Murph, 2026, Pop. La chanson dure 3:12, 47 lines / 262 words.
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0:16Backstreet blowing marijuana
0:18Bumping 808's and soul
0:24Gold chain swanging on my baby
0:26Where we going I don't know
0:32Deep deep summer Alabama
0:34Heat is dripping on the floor
0:40Bag bag bags of money
0:42We can go wherever we wanna go
0:47Louisiana on a whim
0:49New Orleans heroin
0:52I get you in trouble
0:53Boy I'm final level sin
0:55And you ain't innocent
0:57Hell I ain't innocent
1:00Fuck it if the record show
1:01Let everybody know
1:04Ohh I'm up to something
1:08Ohh we up to something
1:12Ohh we up to something criminal
1:20Criminal criminal yeah we up to something
1:24Low ride in the city with a boy that's got something to hide
1:32Sin sin sin so pretty he don't know but damnit so do I
1:39The way he look look looking at me
1:42Makes me want to lay down and die
1:47Ain't the time ain't the type I like the boy
1:50But damn I love the way he lies
1:55Louisiana on a whim
1:57New Orleans heroin
2:00I get you in trouble
2:01Boy I'm final level sin
2:03And you ain't innocent
2:06Hell I ain't innocent
2:08Fuck it if the record show
2:09Let everybody know
2:12Ohh I'm up to something
2:16Ohh we up to something
2:20Ohh we up to something criminal
2:28Ohh we up to something
2:32Ohh we up to something
2:36Ohh we up to something criminal
2:44Ohh we up to something
2:48Ohh we up to something
2:52Ohh we up to something criminal
3:00Criminal criminal yeah we up to something
3:04Criminal criminal yeah we up to something
3:08Criminal criminal yeah we up to something
3:12Criminal
Backstreet blowing marijuana Bumping 808's and soul Gold chain swanging on my baby Where we going I don't know Deep deep summer Alabama Heat is dripping on the floor Bag bag bags of money We can go wherever we wanna go Louisiana on a whim New Orleans heroin I get you in trouble Boy I'm final level sin And you ain't innocent Hell I ain't innocent Fuck it if the record show Let everybody know Ohh I'm up to something Ohh we up to something Ohh we up to something criminal Criminal criminal yeah we up to something Low ride in the city with a boy that's got something to hide Sin sin sin so pretty he don't know but damnit so do I The way he look look looking at me Makes me want to lay down and die Ain't the time ain't the type I like the boy But damn I love the way he lies Louisiana on a whim New Orleans heroin I get you in trouble Boy I'm final level sin And you ain't innocent Hell I ain't innocent Fuck it if the record show Let everybody know Ohh I'm up to something Ohh we up to something Ohh we up to something criminal Ohh we up to something Ohh we up to something Ohh we up to something criminal Ohh we up to something Ohh we up to something Ohh we up to something criminal Criminal criminal yeah we up to something Criminal criminal yeah we up to something Criminal criminal yeah we up to something Criminal
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