Murda歌词

[00:00.000] 作词 : Patavious Isom/Fabio Aguilar/Keanu Dean Torres/Niles Groce/Dominic Spigner
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Patavious Isom/Fabio Aguilar/Keanu Dean Torres/Niles Groce/Dominic Spigner
[00:04.63]Ay, Duke Deuce
[00:06.90]What the **** these *****s talkin' 'bout man?
[00:09.82]Ay, they got us ****** up
[00:13.04]Y-R-N
[00:15.73]Money, paper, racks, cash, blue hunnids, guapa-nese
[00:19.36]Foreign *******, suckin', ******', got 'em all, on they knees
[00:23.27]All my *****s totin' pistols, even with felonies
[00:27.26]And they shoot 'em like a camera, *****, say cheese
[00:31.36]I know *****s bangin', Bloods, Crips, and some G's
[00:35.16]And I got them shooters 'cross the country, overseas
[00:39.06]These Percocet 10's got me geekin', feel like Hercules
[00:42.94]It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season (What!)
[00:47.54]It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season (Murda)
[00:51.33]Them young *****s killin', hurtin' *****s for no reason (Brrah)
[00:55.18]Free my brothers down the road, locked up but still eatin'
[00:58.84]And they'll still never, ever fold
[01:01.02]When they see the judge, ain't no pleadin'
[01:02.65]It's just me and Duke Deuce (Duke Deuce)
[01:04.45]We gon' beat a ***** ass 'til he turn black & blue (Boom boom)
[01:06.86]See the opps, we gon' shoot (Brrah)
[01:08.33]All these dead bodies, *****, recognize who was who (Who-who)
[01:10.65]Way I ran got 'em spooked (What)
[01:12.17]I came in with the gang, so I'ma pull up with the troops (Gang)
[01:14.48]And I ain't ever gon' switch (Nah)
[01:15.97]And my ***** wiped your nose, there's no one you can use (*****!)
[01:18.59]Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda (Murda)
[01:23.07]These *****s gangsta, poppin' **** 'til we turn 'em (What?)
[01:26.77]Into *******, yes we keep that fire, we gon' burn 'em (Brrah)
[01:30.65]No, you can't buy them stripes, *****, gotta earn 'em
[01:34.35]Money, paper, racks, cash, blue hunnids, guapa-nese
[01:38.06]Foreign *******, suckin', ******', got 'em all, on they knees
[01:42.02]All my *****s totin' pistols, even with felonies
[01:45.95]And they shoot 'em like a camera, *****, say cheese
[01:50.14]I know *****s bangin', Bloods, Crips, and some G's
[01:53.76]And I got them shooters 'cross the country, overseas
[01:57.77]These Percocet 10's got me geekin', feel like Hercules
[02:01.70]It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season (What!)
[02:05.80]1-2-3-4 trappers up in my bando (Up in my bando)
[02:09.53]5-6-7-8 sticks so the ***** better get low (***** better get low)
[02:13.46]You think of Duke Deuces, Memphis (Memphis)
[02:15.85]Makin' easy money and pimpin' (Pimpin')
[02:17.81]Whole 'lotta robbin and dealin' (And dealin')
[02:19.70]Man, everybody here killin' (Man, everybody killin')
[02:21.86]I heat up and beat up the block
[02:23.53]I G up to keep up, to re-up the stock (Re-up the stock)
[02:25.34]Look what I am, what you're not
[02:27.25]The people, they eat up, 'cause all my **** hot (My **** hot)
[02:29.72]I'm out with no fours, my ice is cold
[02:31.49]His ice cream rocky road (Rocky road)
[02:33.37]Stick to the code, I never fold
[02:35.39]I put that on the fours (Diddy)
[02:37.32]You can see in a ***** eyes, some hunger (Don't bother me)
[02:41.42]***** **** with me they gon' hide lil' homie
[02:45.09]Yeah, my nuts hangin', ain't no gangbangin'
[02:46.74]Why the **** you shootin' if you ain't aimin'?
[02:48.68]Goin' one-fifty, end up half-capped
[02:50.60]With the red seats like a dark angel
[02:52.52]Money, paper, racks, cash, blue hunnids, guapa-nese
[02:56.79]Foreign *******, suckin', ******', got 'em all, on they knees
[03:00.67]All my *****s totin' pistols, even with felonies
[03:04.64]And they shoot 'em like a camera, *****, say cheese
[03:08.60]I know *****s bangin', Bloods, Crips, and some G's
[03:12.56]And I got them shooters 'cross the country, overseas
[03:16.42]These Percocet 10's got me geekin', feel like Hercules
[03:20.50]It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season
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