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MURDA MELODIES
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Nigga please (Nigga please)
You in the presence of a king, peasant, get on yo' knees
(Yeah these niggas, they can't fuck with me)
Ni-Nigga please
Dirty boy off in 'em sticks, Arkansas is what I bleed
Li-Li-Live from the desert, got stains all on my scissor
Always broke in here-zer
So-So-Some shit had to shake
Had to go out and get that paper
Ro-Ro-Rob a nigga, take
Bitch my cuzzo kicking dope
And bitch I'm kickin' dope on tapes
Murda melodies, bitch this Glock done sang a couple songs
Murda melodies
Mu-Mu-Murda melodies, bitch this-
Murda melodies, bitch this Glock done sang a couple songs
Murda melodies
Mu-Mu-Murda melodies
Like I'm DoodleBob with that pen
Erase them, I got a couple gone
Bad bitches, they tens
Roll an eight and cut my money long
Yeah money long, dick long, never been a ho either
And I stand on business, I'm best friends with the Grim Reaper
Sprintin' fast, this ain't gas, boy this straight ether
Quick to take a nigga like the logo on yo' sneakers
You believe me or you don't, I could care 'bout neither
Tell that boy I don't make believe, bitch, I just make believers
I was kickin' it with my dawg like we Finn and Jake
More like Sanjay and Craig
'Cause it turned out my best friend a snake
Damn, how you fake?
How the hell you turn that way?
Niggas gotta good poker face
Now I'm with gang outside yo' place
Murda melodies, bitch this Glock done sang a couple songs
Murda melodies
Mu-Mu-Murda melodies, bitch this-
Murda melodies, bitch this Glock done sang a couple songs
Murda melodies
Mu-Mu-Murda melodies
Mu-Mu-Mu-Murda melodies, I bust yo'-
Throat so you cannot sing
I peel that stuff right off of yo' tongue
And rip off your lil bitch
My-My-My Glock let off a couple shots
I let that mothafucka' ring
My heater turn your face to a paste, the blood is bubbling
Se-Se-Send him to Heaven or Hell, he's takin' no regrets
S-S-Shake it, watch it in action in my presence
I-I detest your acceptance so wakin' up without a weapon
Like a singer without a song
My-My trigger get pattern woah
I pop- I pop my shit, I never leave my brotha' without a chrome
I reuse all my bullets, you wouldn't know nothin' about it though
GODHAN-GODHAND be the click, I'm never poppin' my shots alone
You a mothafuckin' bitch, I got the drop now I'm droppin' dome
Mu-Murda melodies, bitch this Glock sound like a symphony
The bustin' sound like percussion, the bongos on the the timpani
I'm bustin', yo' duckin'
You tryna get into some shit with me?
This glocky don't tax
I-I-I-I shoot you in yo' shit for free
Murda melodies, yeah my Glock sound like a chorus
Get the fuck off my line if you causin' an annoyance
Pussy mothafucka's switch up, t-this ain't Nintendo
And you know this ain't a normal mag, this that extendo
Bi-Bi-Bitch, pick up the shovel, get to diggin', do it quick
I-I, I got 'em singin' sad songs in a ditch
Chop off his hands, he can't fix it with a stitch
(Yeah) I'ma walkin' skeleton, I feel just like the lynch (Yea')
And we don't fuck with the coppas
I got nothin' but the pure LSD in the dropper
Always got that Glock on me, that's my bitch nigga stopper
Got my gun in a McDonald's bag, big mac not no whopper
Da-na, na-na-na!
Bitch, I love this shit
I feel like a track coach, the way I made them run and shit
The way you fuckin' up is like you beggin' for some punishment
Murda melodies, but this choppa got that drum on it
Nigga please
Nigga please (Nigga please)
You in the presence of a king, peasant, get on yo' knees
(Yeah these niggas, they can't fuck with me)
Ni-Nigga please
Dirty boy off in 'em sticks, Arkansas is what I bleed
Li-Li-Live from the desert, got stains all on my scissor
Always broke in here-zer
So-So-Some shit had to shake
Had to go out and get that paper
Ro-Ro-Rob a nigga, take
Bitch my cuzzo kicking dope
And bitch I'm kickin' dope on tapes
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