文本歌词

Murda (Clean) - Quality Control/Migo Domingo/Duke Deuce
Lyrics by：Patavious Isom/Fabio Aguilar/Keanu Dean Torres/Niles Groce/Dominic Spigner
Composed by：Patavious Isom/Fabio Aguilar/Keanu Dean Torres/Niles Groce/Dominic Spigner
Ay Duke Deuce
What the f**k these n***as talkin' 'bout man
Ay they got us f**ked up
Y-R-N
Money paper racks cash blue hunnids guapa-nese
Foreign b***hes suckin' f**kin' got 'em all on they knees
All my n***as totin' pistols even with felonies
And they shoot 'em like a camera n***a say cheese
I know n***as bangin' Bloods Crips and some G's
And I got them shooters 'cross the country overseas
These Percocet 10's got me geekin' feel like Hercules
It's murda murda murda murda murda murda season
What
It's murda murda murda murda murda murda season
Murda
Them young n***as killin' hurtin' n***as for no reason
Brrah
Free my brothers down the road locked up but still eatin'
And they'll still never ever fold
When they see the judge ain't no pleadin'
It's just me and Duke Deuce
Duke Deuce
We gon' beat a n***a a*s 'til he turn black/blue
Boom boom
See the opps we gon' shoot
Brrah
All these dead bodies n***a recognize who was who
Who-who
Way I ran got 'em spooked
What
I came in with the gang so I'ma pull up with the troops
Gang
And I ain't ever gon' switch
Nah
And my n***a wiped your nose there's no one you can use
B***h
Murda murda murda murda murda murda
Murda
These n***as gangsta poppin' s**t 'til we turn 'em
What
Into b***hes yes we keep that fire we gon' burn 'em
Brrah
No you can't buy them stripes n***a gotta earn 'em
Money paper racks cash blue hunnids guapa-nese
Foreign b***hes suckin' f**kin' got 'em all on they knees
All my n***as totin' pistols even with felonies
And they shoot 'em like a camera n***a say cheese
I know n***as bangin' Bloods Crips and some G's
And I got them shooters 'cross the country overseas
These Percocet 10's got me geekin' feel like Hercules
It's murda murda murda murda murda murda season
1-2-3-4 trappers up in my bando
5-6-7-8 sticks so the b***h better get low
B***h better get low
You think of Duke Deuces Memphis
Memphis
Makin' easy money and pimpin'
Pimpin'
Whole 'lotta robbin and dealin'
And dealin'
Man everybody here killin'
Man everybody killin'
I heat up and beat up the block
I G up to keep up to re-up the stock
Re-up the stock
Look what I am what you're not
The people they eat up 'cause all my s**t hot
My s**t hot
I'm out with no fours my ice is cold
His ice cream rocky road
Rocky road
Stick to the code I never fold
I put that on the fours
Diddy
You can see in a n***a eyes some hunger
Don't bother me
N***a f**k with me they gon' hide lil' homie
Yeah my nuts hangin' ain't no gangbangin'
Why the f**k you shootin' if you ain't aimin'
Goin' one-fifty end up half-capped
With the red seats like a dark angel
Money paper racks cash blue hunnids guapa-nese
Foreign b***hes suckin' f**kin' got 'em all on they knees
All my n***as totin' pistols even with felonies
And they shoot 'em like a camera n***a say cheese
I know n***as bangin' Bloods Crips and some G's
And I got them shooters 'cross the country overseas
These Percocet 10's got me geekin' feel like Hercules
It's murda murda murda murda murda murda season