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yrn murk - what you pay كلمات الأغنية

[chorus: mango foo]
you call my phone today
you say you want bricks but don’t want to pay
my worker chop a brick like he sensei
my plug send a cookie bag from the bay
my b-tch bake a brick cake like anime
we might send them birdies right where you stay
we need the money like andalé
you send it right now, you get what you pay
you call my phone today
you say you want bricks but don’t want to pay
my worker chop a brick like he sensei
my plug send a cookie bag from the bay
my b-tch bake a brick cake like anna mae
we might send them birdies right where you stay
we need the money like andalé
you send it right now, you get what you pay

[verse 1: john wic]
gps pull up right where you stay
hunt the n-gg- down with the german k
i been trappin’ hard, movin’ major weight
i just d-ck her down, i don’t do the dates
all on the interstate, i’m buying property, real estate
these n-gg-s tell when they catch a case
i’m pourin’ act in a minute maid
wake up and go get the bread in the morning
military rifles when i’m touring
five chains on, slick tha ruler
if your diamonds cloudy get a different jeweler
i might get lost trappin’ in bermuda
i keep the mac, not the apple computer
f&n it’s glued to your hip, you ain’t gon’ use it
she in love with the white girl, she tryna abuse it
catch a n-gg- slippin’, hit him with coolants
thirty round clip inside of the uzi
action film, n-gg- this is no movie
i might cook a brick up inside a jacuzzi
we might take dope and d up the block
junkies in the bando high off the rock
pay what you owe and you might not get shot
in the traphouse i’m servin’ n-gg-s with the glock

[verse 2: mango foo]
i got the birds on a tonka truck
bricks white like bounty, i pick ’em up
whippin’ the dope, i hit the pot with upper cuts
pop the fanta, pour a four in the double cup
i’m touching keys, no alicia
my uncle trappin’ off the beeper
the j hit the c-ke and now he havin’ seizures
my money old like the beetles
birdies sangin’, no aretha
i jumped in the trap, earned my stripes like adidas
she cook a brick but i don’t need her
i put another b-tch to work when i greet her
you want the dope, ain’t got the money, no way
servin’ in the city, meet me at jj’s
my partner servin’ juice man, no oj
i just made a hundred bands on a slow day
in the kitchen, i cook it, turn to a chef
whip it with the right and stick with the left
air pollution got me holdin’ my breath
diamonds on me lookin’ like crystal meth
i been in the trap since this morning
the dope swelling up like it’s mick [?]
i’m over the stove like i’m george foreman
you want verse, put some respeck on it

- yrn murk

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