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lirik lagu screamin’ murda – j. alphonse nicholson

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[chorus]
why the f*ck you hatin’
p*ssy b*tch, it ain’t no stoppin’ me
don’t think this sh*t here sweet
while you sittin’, plottin’ on robbin’ me
just know i keep that fire on me
f*ck what you thought
watch my n*ggas put in work
and have the city screamin’ murda
why the f*ck you hatin’
p*ssy b*tch, it ain’t no stoppin’ me
don’t think this sh*t here sweet
while you sittin’, plottin’ on robbin’ me
just know i keep that fire on me
f*ck what you thought
watch my n*ggas put in work
and have the city screamin’ murda

[verse 1]
don’t make lil murda push up and commit a murder
357 smitty, them sheels like baby turtles
i ain’t sparin’ none n*gga
runnin’ from none n*gga
that big body come through
and imma do the dash, n*gga
thumbin’ through bands, n*gga
yeah, i’m all up in my bag
hating some sh*t you do
when you see sh*t you never had
see that’s the type of money
make a f*ck n*gga mad
and if i f*ck your girl
she ain’t never coming back
[pre*chorus]
i’m just tryna run me up some racks
i be in the kitchen flippin’ packs
i’m just tryna run me up some racks
in the kitchen cookin’ chicken and it finger l!ckin’

[chorus]
why the f*ck you hatin’
p*ssy b*tch, it ain’t no stoppin’ me
don’t think this sh*t here sweet
while you sittin’, plottin’ on robbin’ me
just know i keep that fire on me
f*ck what you thought
watch my n*ggas put in work
and have the city screamin’ murda
why the f*ck you hatin’
p*ssy b*tch, it ain’t no stoppin’ me
don’t think this sh*t here sweet
while you sittin’, plottin’ on robbin’ me
just know i keep that fire on me
f*ck what you thought
watch my n*ggas put in work
and have the city screamin’ murda

[verse 2]
we get that money, consistently running through it
the f*ck, n*ggas mad, they stressing how i do it
and all these p*ssy n*ggas quick to say they came from nothing
you p*ssy n*ggas acting like it’s hard to get some money
i’ve been thumbing through them hundreds
in the trenches, n*gga, come from the mud
regardless, i’m gonna get some money
you n*ggas talking coldhearted trying to get some money
them b*tches out here p*ssy popping just to get some money
[pre*chorus]
i’m just tryna run me up some racks
i be in the kitchen flippin’ packs
i’m just tryna run me up some racks
in the kitchen cookin’ chicken and it finger l!ckin’

[chorus]
why the f*ck you hatin’
p*ssy b*tch, it ain’t no stoppin’ me
don’t think this sh*t here sweet
while you sittin’, plottin’ on robbin’ me
just know i keep that fire on me
f*ck what you thought
watch my n*ggas put in work
and have the city screamin’ murda
why the f*ck you hatin’
p*ssy b*tch, it ain’t no stoppin’ me
don’t think this sh*t here sweet
while you sittin’, plottin’ on robbin’ me
just know i keep that fire on me
f*ck what you thought
watch my n*ggas put in work
and have the city screamin’ murda

[outro]
lil murda in this b*tch, i’m ballin’

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