Mistermorebucks - MURDER paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson MURDER - Mistermorebucks




Yeah, brrt, nah-nah-nah (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Brrt, brrt, brrt (Nah-nah-nah)
Brrt, brrt, brrt (What? Oh-oh)
Brrt, brrt, brrt (Yeah, yeah)
OZ on the beat
Shorty askin' for some money, I ain't givin' her nothin' (Yeah, yeah)
I am not a walkin' bank, that's the end of discussion (Yeah, yeah)
I know my pockets lookin' chubby and your
Money deductin' (Yeah, yeah, come on)
I put a price up on your head, my homies
Murderin' somethin' (Yeah, yeah, somethin')
They get to the bus and I'm shootin' at
Opps, otherwise bendin' the block (Block)
Walk in the party, I'm grippin' the Glock, play with
Me, you could get popped, yeah (Popped, yeah, yeah)
Niggas thought of different ways to get dropped
They finna knock him out his socks, yeah (Socks, yeah)
Walk in the house, I ain't worried 'bout thots, pour
A four, I'm sippin' Wock', yeah (Yeah, yeah, what?)
Hold up, what you thought it was? Different verse (Yeah, yeah)
Up the chopper, takin' off his head, made the semi jerk (Yeah, yeah)
Hop up out the cut, get rid of him
Bitch, I been the man (Get rid of him)
Runnin' out of love, your pockets hurt, go call on Uncle Sam (Yeah)
Hunnid band, kill him 'bout whatever, goofy boy a fan
Actin' like he 'bout it, talkin' tough, but he ain't from the land
Sippin' on this cup until I vomit up my lungs again
Bro must think I'm dumb to not be ready to be throwin' hands
Wockhardt (Come on), uh, yeah, lean up in
My cup, I'm a rockstar (Come on, rockstar)
I got drugs like what you want, I'm at the thot bar, uh (Yeah, yeah)
Thirty bands is not enough, I need a half
A ticket, yeah (I need half a ticket)
Once you finally get a mil', some problems comin' with it
Shorty askin' for some money, I ain't givin' her nothin' (Yeah, yeah)
I am not a walkin' bank, that's the end of discussion (Yeah, yeah)
I know my pockets lookin' chubby and your
Money deductin' (Yeah, yeah, come on)
I put a price up on your head, my homies
Murderin' somethin' (Yeah, yeah, somethin')
They get to the bus and I'm shootin' at
Opps, otherwise bendin' the block (Block)
Walk in the party, I'm grippin' the Glock, play with
Me, you could get popped, yeah (Popped, yeah, yeah)
Niggas thought of different ways to get dropped
They finna knock him out his socks, yeah (Socks, yeah)
Walk in the house, I ain't worried 'bout thots, pour
A four, I'm sippin' Wock', yeah (Yeah, yeah, what?)



Writer(s): Semaj Christian


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