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nwm cee murdaa - top shelf كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(ayy, ayy, hold on)
murdaa (murdaa, murdaa, murdaa, murdaa, murdaa)
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
hold on, i ain’t been in the booth in a minute, i gotta feel myself, you heard me?
gang, gang, gang
duh, duh_duh_duh, duh_duh_duh, duh, duh_duh_duh
duh, duh_duh_duh, duh, uh, hahaha
100k sh_t, man, you already know
30 deep, nwm, you heard me?
quick lil’ statement

[verse 1]
who that n_gga? ask around, bet they say alphamega buccz
i touched the city with a knot and got a couple goofies touched
they like, “cee murdaa, please calm down, your ass been gettin’ in too much”
so i sat back and switched the goal and he clapped all the goofies up

[chorus]
i got murder on my mind, can’t hang that sh_t up on the shelf
got a cake baked for the goofies, i’ma serve that sh_t myself
he said f_ck name, but yellеd, “bro, please,” when i had caught him by hissеlf
b_tch, it’s get down or lay down, you gon’ get right or gon’ get left

[refrain]
smokin’ top shelf, this ain’t kelp, i hit him twice, was yellin’ help
he tried to sprint, couldn’t make the steps and got his goofy slow ass left
smokin’ top shelf, this ain’t kelp, i hit him twice, was yellin’ help
he tried to sprint, couldn’t make the steps and got his goofy slow ass left

[verse 2]
i smoke a whole lot of goofies, my favorite one of ’em all
is the one got cheddar bob by the racks sittin’ in the car
boy, you get hit up with this micro, i ain’t tryna come spar
yeah, i might fight you in the mall, we get outside, i flip cars
this for all them n_ggas dissin’, big murdaa won’t stand down
y’all boys tryna rap beef, i drop ten, now it’s a d_mn man down
caught him slippin’, pants down, let dp out, he ran down
and all you heard was round of applause clappin’, ain’t talkin’ hand sounds
f_ck n_gga wanna play around, but nah, i ain’t with none of that
give me an ar or a k and watch murdaa go dumb with that
that lil’ b_tch thought i had a heart, that sh_t dead, i been done with that
they say your past gon’ hunt you down, so sh_t, f_ck it, can’t run from that

[verse 3]
uh, b_tch, i’m still steppin’, and you know i’m still reppin’
them same n_ggas from my section, they never got checked, can’t check me
and you can’t ever correct me, yeah, i can fight, my hands deadly
but i’d rather up this glizzy and send your b_tch ass to heaven

[chorus]
i got murder on my mind, can’t hang that sh_t up on the shelf
got a cake baked for the goofies, i’ma serve that sh_t myself
he said f_ck name, but yelled, “bro, please,” when i had caught him by hisself
b_tch, it’s get down or lay down, you gon’ get right or gon’ get left (b_tch)

[outro]
duh, duh_duh_duh, duh
duh_duh_duh, duh_duh_duh, duh, duh_duh_duh
duh, duh_duh_duh, duh, duh_duh_duh, duh_duh_duh
duh, duh_duh_duh
duh_duh, duh_duh, duh_duh_duh, duh_duh, duh_duh
i like this beat, on god, haha

- nwm cee murdaa

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