Lyrics:
M-M-M-Murda
Huncho farm (Huncho), got your bitch on porn (smash, smash)
Whip's too foreign (skrrt), iced my arm (ice, shine)
Cactus Jack, yeah,
for none, I had to grind for it (word)
Ain't battle rappin' none of these niggas, ain't got time for it (nah)
My homies gon' bust for me, I'm livin'
('86)
From a nigga with a attitude to a nigga that's fucking rich
I'm feeling better than I've ever been
A lot stronger, plus I got a bet I win (bet I
say young money
Ay killa you know the rules dip set for life
I'm all about that motherfucking paper ho
This song goes out to all my money making
'Cause I got more than her
So be more alert, do more than twerk
Get more bitches for daddy
Be more diverse, fuck more than me
And do more to her
I'm
Real life mermaid man, hahahaha
(Mermaid)
Look, look, she, she know it
What you say, mermaid?
(For you)
Nah, for us
Jay Nasty, 3 bands
I'm
My head in the clouds every time that I think of you
They tell me don't worry, I know what I'm feeling is true (yeah)
Blue skies and they fallin' I
West Coast
Grinding hard, in every way
Finally get to see some better days
I'm livin' life, getting paid
Pray this feeling never go away
Hope
M-M-M-Murda
She want me, I ain't want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don't get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick
shades (woo)
Skull and bones 'til I die, nigga, well paid (damn)
Got on my khakis out in Tallahassee (jeez)
Sahari desert and I'm even flashy (yes)
damn world this is Madden territory
Come and get some if you want some
But you ain't bad enough
So you can't take none
I'm big Snoop Dogg
And I'm
in this bitch, I make it snow in this bitch
She tryna get out of the mix
Shawty is goin' legit, shawty is goin' legit
Me, I'm supportin' this shit,
Yeah, yeah
In time, niggas sittin' tired on the 45 on my high drive
Headline, niggas, headline
Sit back, get a headline, yeah
Drop out when I'm
So, look here mama, umm
I'm feelin' like I, umm
I, umm, kinda want them numbers
So, umm, I don't know
Could I could I call you sometime?
getting, on the floor
I'm losing my feeling
I think I've lost my phone
The music is moving
Got me getting, on the floor
I'm losing my feeling
I think
stay down
I just hope you stay
Look, I'm sorry that I'm super late
I was drivin' here jammin' them Lil Boosie tapes
Understand that I do not
Uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh
I ain't gon' let the people frisk me if I'm dirty, homie
A nigga never touched me, I got that thirty on me (you better watch
I love love, I'm just bad at it
I just can't escape all of these bad habits
I had way too many one nights, yeah
I keep messin' up my love life,
yeah, yeah
Couple Dracos in the spot, yeah, yeah
All my niggas scammalot, yeah, yeah
Push, start, roll up, man I'm on my own
Come through with my
darling I'm telling you now
Have I told you lately when I'm sleeping
Every dream I dream is you somehow?
Have I told you why the nights are long
When
darling I'm telling you now
Have I told you lately when I'm sleeping
Every dream I dream is you somehow?
Have I told you why the nights are long
When
bitch look like Rosetta Stone
I made my bitch go get a clone
Fuck 'em together and then on they own
When they catch feelin's, I'm gone
I'm whippin'
Yeah
Super Bowl goals
I'm at the crib with Puff, he got Kaepernick on the phone
He in a whole different mode
Angel hair at 2AM for Bey and Hov
brought the money outside in like it's reversible
I'm QB on my team, yeah, so don't rush (rush)
Bitch, start actin' like a grownup (okay)
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