"Murder Man Lyrics. " I don't want you in my way now. Tell the police, "Kiss my ass" (Murder, murder). Pistol, thirty strap is on my lap, I put it on a nigga. You can hide all you want, won't be long until you gone. N*ggas is lost in the game. Ridin' round with this.
I just spent a half a million, I ain't trippin' 'cause I got it. Scream 4KTrey, I wonder if I'm who the change is. Playa hatin' n*ggas wanna put a slug in me. Make one move, and I'ma shoot it. We knocked him off soon as he land.
You and Cam got the right motherfucker, I ain't gon' lie). Catch him bad, hop out and spray. We steady killin' 'cause these niggas tryna frame us. Aimin' at your mama, or your sister, daddy head, yeah. Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder whoever fuckin' playin' (Ayy, Sos' baby). Shawty don't love me, you know I'ma treat her bad (bad, bad). Ners To get they*** in front of my*** to... they*** in front of my*** to. Murder man watch me do my murda dance lyrics.com. I need a pint, I wan' go under. She said that I was shakin' while I was sleepin', that's probably why I'm jumpin' like that.
Can't none of y'all niggas fuck with none of these niggas These triggas we's killas sittin' on the porch in between legs Wit a... et's wait. 223's and Glock 9's and I got AR's. Mm, Statik On The Track (David Tell Em). Choppers poppin', bodies droppin', pussy niggas know. Real gangsta, know you been hidin'. I'm all caught up with money, like, "F*ck this dream, it ain't nothin'".
Get the drop, we pull up and see. Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, yeah, yeah. Whip out with Glocks out from our Hellcats and some Benjis, broke ass nigga. F*ck all them hoes I f*ck with, I want you to be my main, I'm just sayin'. My life on froze, can't be on the road. If I'm in here doin' too much, then baby, you tell me to stop. And every nigga 'round me willing 'fore to die for you. Bro God gave me like two of three lines of that Wock' as soon as I landed, nigga. Rydin' in trucks And I be bustin' m. 65. Got plenty money, but I had to jump up out my bag (yeah). It's Lil Neil on the track, so you know the beat retar-). Watch me do my murder dance. And this shit is so love. Dont yuh dare(Titty stiff e. 53. of the Dancehall(Album Version).
Up, got plenty racks, I keep a strap with one cocked in. Murder, we spinnin' in circles. You act like, you act like you ain't been a gangster. That rapper, he'll ask you, what you doin'? We step on anything, and still steppin' nigga (look). I bring that station to yo' city nigga (What? Murda [LETRA] YoungBoy Never Broke Again (Feat. Trippie Redd) Lyrics. Hall(Hello meet buddy gal) Play wid dem hair(Catch it now gimme nuh hickey gal) Don't yuh dare. I take a three and connect it to four. I ain't tryna find my way home (I ain't tryna find my way home). Fansilara Hmm ah mo'n para oun cum.
He don't even know what's important, he just gon' knock your head off. To Big's'one more chance' Catching hate from. Where yo' fuckin' manners, nigga? A so it go yunno yo my ladies haa... Ey miss fatty fatty you a...... Ey miss fatty fatty you a. h Milli lovin di way you twist and a turn up Hotta than lava my girl u a burn up A nicer gyal yo mi never ever heard of Ey miss... of Ey miss fatty fatty you a. h Milli lovin di way you twist and a turn up Hotta than lava my girl u a burn up u a burn up A so mi go so then di kitty dem pr... Mi no rich but if a style eh. Where them birds at? YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Murder Man Lyrics | Lyrics. Tell them niggas that I'm still thuggin'. Ce from Iron… Mike in the ring or Mook good to retire Your story book ending looked better at the pilot Flying higher in a sun li.. 45. But still watchin' you haters closely. I'm a 38 Baby, the life that I chose. Ones that I love treat me like a motherless infant.
Yuh mus fi waan di DJ charge. I got Hitman on the beat). These bitches ain't shit, don't wan' be alone. Khris James, what the f*ck?
I been bringin' food to the plate for either the fam or my fans. What you tryna do, huh? Love move slow (slow). F*ck n*ggas standin' around like the pistol ain't needed.
Or tell me if it be this glizzy, steady spittin' out fire. I can buy a hatchback, but can't buy my family back, my life nothin'. I'm at odds with his man 'cause I took off his brain. Cut throat, I'm a dirty, nigga. Intro] Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! Fuck that cash money, I ain't bird man (Bitch). Don't let this shit be 'bout no money). S back like aJansport napsack And Queen Bee gon' bring you nothin' but heat Homicide is lookin' for me for killin' these beats Yo... back's like Mitchell and Ness. When it's up don't talk, let's do it. Murder man watch me do my murda dance lyrics translation. Who coming straight up out the bayou? He told me for to watch myself, and keep my gun around.