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lirik lagu “murda murda” – 4th & inchez

[intro]

[verse 1: pluto]
murder, murder, k!ll, k!ll
fni, we the real deal
that’s the only known mindset
cos this n-ggas; wishing u ill will
henny black i need a refill
murf-cker, take a chill pill
got a pump, pump, snub nose
and a shotgun; if u don’t sit still
steady popping em bottles
catch me at the bellagio
kicking it, with the, money team
16 murcielago’s
all the snakes we going murder
cos we never condoner
deading all of em b-tch folks
send a n-gga straight to they coma
murder, murder, k!ll, k!ll
that’s the only objec-tive
tryna f-ck with my food chain
n-gga, u’ll be signing ur death-wish
i be leaving em breath-less, ur girl had me for break-fast
why the f-ck; u here, u ain’t even on my guest list
i made outtta the corner
now fast cars, daytona
messing with my money
i’ll be all…; up on ur bumper
ice-box cos my wrist froze
sack racing on 6-4’s
going hard; than a motherf-cker
and 1, free throw

[hook: pluto, b verse and kizza]
we burn money, never burn bridges
we don’t f-ck with lames…, we just f-ck they b-tches
we ball in…, ball out…
a million dollar shopping sprees clear the mall out
murder, murder, k!ll, k!ll
fni, we the real deal
murder, murder, k!ll, k!ll
fni, we the real deal
murder, murder, k!ll, k!ll
fni, we the real deal
we be taking ur lunchbox
motherf-ck u; and ur freewill

[verse 2: b verse]
ok, murder murder k!ll k!ll, f&i we the real deal
i give a f-ck if n-ggas don’t feel my sh-t cos i guarantee that your b-tch will
friday night club dreams i peel bills for that tip drill
shorty all my n-ggas eat super size taking extra fries no kids meal
ride around in that big wheel, strapped in and i’m racked out
u write it down you might act it out but i truly live what i rap bout
i was broke had to hustle turned the crib into a trap house
see i get the work break it down bag it up and put i back out
most these n-ggas ain’t bout that life
know i’m tryna cut ma p-ss that knife
never hop the broom better stash that rice
if the p-ssy that good might smash that twice
then its back to the money no delaying
got a line on a zip what f-ck is u paying?
know what i’m about like a morherf-cking weigh in
see i bolt on the track what the f-ck is usain
whoa ! get it ? n-gga i ain’t playing
bolt on the track what the f-ck is usain
rap ain’t dead just slowly decaying
you ain’t got us in your deck what the f-ck is you playing ?
trash garbage trash garbage
weak whack more garbage
gad dammit, can’t stand it
all thats rap n-ggas garbage

[verse 3: kizza]
holy sh-t i feel so sick the diagnosis is my flow’s the sh-t
i don’t know why you never noticed it but by the end of this verse you gon know this sh-t
no doubt who the dopest is
fni that’s me and my -ssociates
and we burning bread like a toaster oven
these hoes act like u’re supposed to love em
but need more money and less stress
unless i’m working on my next check
then it’s on ur mark, get set, green light, lets jet
1st cl-ss on my own flight, mo keeps the piece so i don’t fight
and the throw the bait but i don’t bite
cuz that’s the sh-t that i don’t like
i got the loud and it’s getting louder
feeling dope like i’m getting powder
gettin diesel these hoes is sour
cuz when i snap i got the power
and i k!ll the beats and i body tracks and i fill the sheets with a lot of stats
and i gets it in like a slim jim/ u know all the trouble i been in
but mistakes from the past help better my future and that’s what i call a win win
so either way i’m good to go, dumb money make a n-gga act foolish though
so in the mean time get new dough, cop new clothes, f-ck new hoes
pigeon coup 2 door, till old friends become new foes, like yo!!!!

- 4th inchez

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