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daboywa - murder murder lyrics
[verse: meek mill]
the summer nights can even turn cold
in the streets of philly where n_ggas don’t even get to turn old
my heart pumping till it turn gold
you n_ggas stuck in neutral, i’m ridin’ like f_ck it, it’s a long road
sh_t i’m the one, i’m like the lost soul
in the middle with heaven and h_ll
see n_gga, only god knows
when your time gon’ come and your eyes roll
straight to the back, now you seeing all black
that mac go lean and that nine go clap
this that murder murder music to rewind you back
put that ruger all up to you, watch your mind go splat
all over the wall, n_gga, all over that raw
it’s the same ‘ole meek, still the same og
got that crack music, listen, let your brain od
i’ll be playing low key
me and one of my n_ggas
riding through the city, plotting on some of the n_ggas
that be thinking they gon’ get me
i’ma run to you n_ggas
and that’s a couple dead bodies for a couple of n_ggas, yeah
monster, sitting like a mobster
revolver on my lap
barrel full of black talons
i l!ck it at your squadron
roll up, like hold up
start spitting while i’m driving
peel off then roll up, you n_ggas better slow up
before you bang the f_ck out
i aim, let it flame, blow your brains all the f_ck out
all over your shirt, since a youngin’ i was buck wild
all up in the dirt, ma screaming, get the f_ck out!
north where i was raised at, south philly i played that
wherever i’m around i hold it down like a wave cap
yeah, my n_ggas stay strapped
blaze and i’ma blaze back
all over that yolk and get your motherf_cking egg cracked
northside a berks streeta, southside a eight balla
posted by the green gate, cops come, we scr_pe on ’em
n_ggas dropping tapes on ’em
trying to get us locked down
snitchin’ to the district
that’s enough to get ya chopped down
that nine parabellum, f_ck around and get a n_gga momma cerebellum
they ain’t riding, man they tellin’ i be sliding with a seven
all titanium, big boy sound, jump around when i’m flaming him
me i play my role, getting hoes like i’m chamberlin
same one you kissed, same one that give me cranium!
every time i touch a gun, all i hear is damien
tryna pipe me up to rock a n_gga like_
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