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N8 The Gr8

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Murda she wrote
Murda she wrote
Murda she wrote
Murda she wrote
Album 8
Yeah this for the books
Look at what happen to
The all star rook
Another year another album
Speaking of
Nathaniel platinum
So outstanding
So spectacular
These bitches couldn't see me
If I gave out binoculars
I'm a just a star
Just doing my job
Ain't really fucking with you
So you get a facade
They just applaud
Cause I'm just so great
You only mad
Cause you can't be Nate
Played em like bop
These niggas sweet as a cake
I ain't talking bout a bakery
When I say I'm baked
Made the earth quake
Got these niggas full of fear
Couldn't wait to drop this album
Telepathic in ya ear
Galaxy radio
Up up away we go
Stop waiting at the door
But I'm steady collecting dough
Got admissions like college
You cant even get in
Even if you had
A letter of recommendation
I'm just saying
Most of you is boo boo
Cold ass bitch
Cold ass bitch have ya crying
(Boohoo)
Gave em pawprints
I ain't talking blues clues
They wanna be copies
But I'm where's Waldo
They will never know
Ducked off in the cut
Sitting real high
About to hit the blunt
Murda she wrote
Murda she wrote
Murda she wrote
Murda she wrote
Murda she wrote
Murda she wrote
Murda she wrote
Murda she wrote
Rude boy not nice
Stay the f*ck out my way
Dominicano prodigy
En las islas soy rey
It's just another day
Living on island time
Telepathic advance
Bringing you the island vibes
Summertime never ends
Cause we stay with the party
They know I'm with the shits
Like a nigga just farted
Been on it
Got the game on locked
These niggas mad
But they go suck a cock
Who the f*ck they gone stop
Bitch it can't me
Ion have no competition
I'm the only one I see
Always just been me
And that's my biggest blessing
Law 48
And that's greatest lesson
Flip a nigga quick
Call him a flapjack
Then take him school
Without a backpack
I don't clap back
But I do throw blows
Rather slap a nigga
So he can really know
Put my brain on flight
Call that an ego trip
Danced in ybor city
Then a nigga had to dip
Killed all the haters
But I didn't say rip
Never catch me lacking
I've always been equipped
From Miami but I be in the sip
A country boy
Talking that country shit
If I don't do nothing
Imma write another hit
Murda she wrote
Murda she wrote
Murda she wrote
Murda she wrote
Murda she wrote
Murda she wrote
Murda she wrote
Murda she wrote

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