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Murder and Money

Murder and Money

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Song Details

triumphant, melodic voice, chicano rap, urban, fierce, surreal, radiant, gritty, reversed vocals, humming, tapping, cold, night, victorious, groov-y
Genre
Trap
Mood
Dark 💣️、Aggressive 🔥、Confident 😎
Scene
Workout、Driving
Vocal Type
Rap Vocal、Male Vocal
Duration
2:07
Plays
5
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Lyrics

Yeah, yeah

Came from the trenches, still jumpin' them fences

Just tryna get back to the bando

Keepin' them sticks, never call for the hitters

I'm never runnin' out of ammo

They prayin', hopin' that I stop the glizzy

Feel straight to the top, I can put one in

You tellin' out that shady shit you doin'

We wasn't feelin' dude, that got cousin shot

Caught my first case on my mother block, I ain't know how to stop

I was addicted to the fast cars and selling rock

I prayed it never stop

This shit had turned me out

But God had a different route

My shit is stamping ain′t no way of getting out

Hit a cartwheel and flipped out

Hit a cartwheel then flipped out

Hit a cart wheel and flipped out

Boom boom

Put a hundred thousand on his head now

Make sure that muff dead now

I def his kids round

I want this muff head now

Supplying that work and I'm moving that weight

Get the bag and I′ll never be late

Thought I would stop and find better days

But fuck that shit, I′d rather be paid

They walkin' ′em down, I got shooters that spray

In the rain, sleep, snow, night or the day

Send a massage, I been feelin' all the pain

Losin' my folks, I been goin′ insane

I, own, they, what?

Lead to the stack and all my romaine

All this talkin′, they don't gain

Don′t say you feel it, you don't know my pain

Get on my shit, grab me a brick

New Valentines, I need them to fit

They know the big dog when I′m speakin' my shit

Ain′t no stokin' or friskin', police on my shit

And all you haters, just get off my dick

Lil nigga just wipe me get rich with these bars that I spit ain′t none of them

Missing all of them hit ups just want you to know how hard it can get

With my arm in the rim I can call it a shit

I work hard for this shit we can get it to you tomorrow and shit

They pray on my fall I'm ducking the law

Money and bitches I′m wanting it all

Got two hoes one get the dick and one get the balls

This is the line that you should not cross

Murder and money that's what we on

Murder and money that′s what we on

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