Lyrics:
Khulile Lace
Im Trippin My Feet
Goti mur komile
I stepped on shit
Fuck that Shit
I Steeped On Shit
Heyai Tur Career
Kiman Dibi Barrier
I'm Break Em
playin' around me
Niggas heard I took a shot, they was askin' if I was good
I looked the shooter right in his eyes when that trigger got pulled
Huh
just playin' around me
Niggas heard I took a shot, they was askin' if I was good
I looked the shooter right in his eyes when that trigger got pulled
if I was good
I looked the shooter right in his
Eyes when that trigger got pulled huh
Murder music, mur-murder music
Murder music, murder music (yeah)
jumped on my cellular telli
Ho sell it like it's goin' out of style
You can't see me Marcus so have a
Motherfuckin' Sweet and a smile
Murder, Mur, Mur
on overtime
They call me names so I cannot make it
They be so mean and so insensitive
Everything they say is so offensive
Mur mur mur Mur mur mur Mur mur mur
for the ball, they just playin' around me
Niggas heard I took a shot, they was askin' if I was good
I looked the shooter right in his eyes when that
lazy
I got that flower on deck no daisy
Yeah I know cops and hoes both like to chase me
Cause I'm the hardest
I paint her face like an artist, huh
This
don't step up
You might limp back
Watch for the attack
>From me and Murs you've gotta stay dope
If you don't want to be wack
that's obvious
Matter
a baddie from Dyckman, Shorty gets tight
If you tell her that she’s from the Heights
I don’t pick up when she calls me Phone
I know the vibes
She just wanna
grabbed him by the coat
[ CHORUS ]
Baby
Don't try to save me
People
Just let me be
Fucker
I'm not your brother
Step back
Rick James, respect that
[ Slug ]
it don't mean shit to me
He's gone, and that's how it supposed to be
Check it out now!
(I get away with mur-mur-murda)
He asked for it his man saw it
Okay murs is my pharmacist
Cupboards full of Klonopin
I'm a seratonin re-uptake inhibitor
Bronze US monument
See me in hell cashing in on
That "see you
{*vocal sample*}
So many... so many, so many questions
So many... so many, so many questions
[Verse 1: MURS]
One of a kind so there's nobody like me
Do me a favor (what?)
Get your weight up
Felt's in your city, we don't need any help
Do me a favor, run that
CES, Murs, Strange, we wrote the book
to grab fo' toes, and dip low lows
Ride slow with the top pulled back
Pulling on some of that, sippin' on some 'yac
Stars with the Mars, splurges with Murs
car
But by the time I left I was short of breath and brokenhearted (there she was)
There she was, bent over a motor,
Dirty cap with a pony tail that sat
murderous
Mur, mur, ma, murderous shit
Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh uhh
I keep the gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gah, gah, ga, gangsta beat, feel me? Uhh
I spit
Mur-mur-ma-murderous SHIT
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-UHH
I keep the gangsta-gangsta-gangsta
Gah-gah-ga-gangsta beat, feel me? Uhh
I spit that Brooklyn-Brooklyn-Brook
[Verse 1 - MURS]
First let me ask for forgiveness, since I might go to hell
But I'm addicted to these girls, though where they fuck feel smell
And I
Let's get this shiy, this that AOAN shiy, yeah.
Welcome to my world, mur pocket hoise tight aru mur wallet tu hoi cursed.
Mur almarit pabi guilt
that I love and you'll never be alone
"Can it be" Damn, y'all so grown
[Murs:]
And a, and a wise man told me, man, like ("You don't have to worry
of the stu
Etiya moi korisu nijok legit in the way I be moving my life it's all good
Nelage muk anyone kobo mur girl
Don't need all this hoes to tie me down
(Chorus: Slug and Murs)
I spit hot bars, I spit on cop cars
I spit game to the chicks that belong to rock stars
I got the goods from uptown
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