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famous zeke - murder talk lyrics
hook
he talkin about guns, but where is the artillery
send bullets at your door like packs in delivery
i’m plugged in just like a f_ckin auxiliary
all of my n_ggas yea we get busy
spin a block, you n_ggas getting dizzy
they hate on my benefit cause they not getting it
i gotta glizzy wit 30 shots in this b_tch
talkin so gangsta till he got shot in his sh_t
ouuu, he caught another one
d_mn we spin back again get his brother one
spin back one more time and give his mother some
spin another block with another gun
i got that sh_t that make n_ggas run
sweet and sour like a f_cking gummy worm
these n_ggas be sweeter than a f_cking honeybun
pull up on him wit that motherf_ckin tommy gun
verse
look at my future it’s covered in gold
grew up on triune mill road
all my n_ggas we on go
i’m from the 4 we do not fold
you do not live by the code i heard you ratted boy u told
everytime you see me i’m throwin up 4s
all of my n_ggas pull up with dracos
that n_gga saw me then he froze
from the valley of upson where anything goes
make her tap out like a chokehold
slime him and they mama i’m wiping they nose
i’m full got to much on my plate
i was eating that shrimp that lobster and steak
slide on yo cousins and aunties with drac’s
super slimey b_tch i’m snake
don’t talk to me if yo ass not gettin cake
that 30 be shaking sh_t like a earthquake
don’t talk to me n_gga you so h_lla fake
my n_ggas murder sh_t yea we murder sh_t
talk about yo music i never heard of it
u talking about a beat b_tch i will murder it
loud got me movin slow just like a turtle b_tch
famous zeke the waitress cause i am serving sh_t
if you know me f.a.m.o.u.s z.e.k.e. “zeke”
choppa sing a lullaby sing a n_gga to sleep
slide up on yo block and then we creep
what that say on his t shirt godd_mn it say r.i.p
want smoke it’s free
come get at me
hook
he talkin about guns, but where is the artillery
send bullets at your door like packs in delivery
i’m plugged in just like a f_ckin auxiliary
all of my n_ggas yea we get busy
spin a block, you n_ggas getting dizzy
they hate on my benefit cause they not getting it
i gotta glizzy wit 30 shots in this b_tch
talkin so gangsta till he got shot in his sh_t
ouuu, he caught another one
d_mn we spin back again get his brother one
spin back one more time and give his mother some
spin another block with another gun
i got that sh_t that make n_ggas run
sweet and sour like a f_cking gummy worm
these n_ggas be sweeter than a f_cking honeybun
pull up on him wit that motherf_ckin tommy gun
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