Клип Roy Woods ft. Sha Hustle & Dej Loaf - Murda
Клип Roy Woods ft. Sha Hustle & Dej Loaf - Murda
Roy Woods ft. Sha Hustle & Dej Loaf Murda
Roy Woods ft. Sha Hustle & Dej Loaf Murda
Roy Woods ft. Sha Hustle & Dej Loaf Murda
Текст Песни Roy Woods ft. Sha Hustle & Dej Loaf - Murda
[Hook] I got Xans in my Xans and Clonazepam What you need nigga, I be whippin' up them grams Hear that door knock, gotta keep that gun in hand I be lookin' through that peep hole, wait! I don't know that man Hol' up... wait... Who that? Bap bap bap bap! It's murda, it's murda Hol' up... Who that? Bap bap bap bap! It's murda, it's murda Wait... Who that? Bap bap bap bap! Hol' up... Who that? Bap bap bap bap! [Verse 1: Sha Hustle] I ain't got time here to waste I ain't got time here to waste One bitches pussy, it ain't worth nothin' So I fuck these hoes in the face Heard these niggas got problems Tell 'em pick a time and a place You know here's where I stay OVO reps up, and yeah I'm from the way Hangin' with trappers and killas Don't touch me, my partner will kill ya I keep it concealed Bad bitches fuck me cause I'm a drug dealer And I fuck with the realest Stop lyin', you ain't ridin' for your man You ain't squeezin' shit like you got Arthritis here in your hand Sittin' at the table makin' million dollar plans Stackin', I'll be stackin' til I bust rubber bands [Hook] I got Xans in my Xans and Clonazepam What you need nigga, I be whippin' up them grams Hear that door knock, gotta keep that gun in hand I be lookin' through that peep hole, wait! I don't know that man Hol' up... wait... Who that? Bap bap bap bap! It's murda, it's murda Hol' up... Who that? Bap bap bap bap! It's murda, it's murda Wait... Who that? Bap bap bap bap! Hol' up... Who that? Bap bap bap bap! [Verse 2: Dej Loaf] Murda she wrote, that's murda you quote Shot to the head, give me Henny to go I got some shooters that's ready to scope So if a nigga try me, then y'all gotta go Sit down, I can't stand you In the water, but my niggas off xan juice This that shit that make the fans move When you gettin' money, hell yeah they gonna fan you Yeah they gonna spam you, I don't give a fuck though All my niggas cutthroat, knockin' at your front door Get a nigga goin' in that all white wardrobe We don't mob in black shit, nigga get his cap peeled, yeah Uh huh, that's how I roll Act up, we gon' take your role We all gettin' money, all throw up four's We all in these coupes, no four-by-four's [Hook] I got Xans in my Xans and Clonazepam What you need nigga, I be whippin' up them grams Here that door knock, gotta keep that gun in hand I be lookin' through that peep hole, wait! I don't know that man Hol' up... wait... Who that? Bap bap bap bap! It's murda, it's murda Hol' up... Who that? Bap bap bap bap! It's murda, it's murda Wait... Who that? Bap bap bap bap! Hol' up... Who that? Bap bap bap bap! [Bridge: Roy Woods] Shots in the South You need to get out of this place, girl You know what they bout Ooh, we don't give a fuck, shakiness they face Run up on a nigga, take it all If he gun 'em down, send them shots right back Ooh, let your pockets explode, out the bands i'll be right back Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all You been fuckin' with them niggas while you gone Yeah, oh you fuckin' with a nigga like that You fuckin' with a nigga like that
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