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letra de murda melodies - godhandusa

[chorus: 870glizzy]
n-gga please (n-gga please)
you in the presence of a king, peasant, get on yo’ knees
(yeah these n-ggas, they can’t f-ck with me)

ni-n-gga please
dirty boy off in ’em sticks, arkansas is what i bleed

li-li-live from the desert, got stains all on my [?]
always broke in here-zer
so-so-some sh-t had to shake
had to go outie and get that paper
ro-ro-rob a n-gga, take

b-tch my cous-o kicking dope
and b-tch i’m kickin’ dope on tapes

[hook: 870glizzy]
murda melodies, b-tch this glock done sang a couple songs
murda melodies
mu-mu-murda melodies, b-tch this-
murda melodies, b-tch this glock done sang a couple songs
murda melodies
mu-mu-murda melodies

[verse 1: 870glizzy]
like i’m doodlebob with that pen
erase them, i got a couple gone
bad b-tches, they tens
roll an eight and cut my money long
yeah money long, d-ck long, never been a hoe either
and i stand on business, i’m best friends with the grim reaper
sprintin’ fast, this ain’t gas, boy this straight ether
quick to take a n-gga life [?] they go on yo’ sneakers

you believe me or you don’t, i could care ’bout neither
tell that boy i don’t make believe, b-tch, i just make believers
i was kickin’ it with my dawg, [?]
more like [?], ’cause it turned out my best friend a snake

d-mn, how you fake?
how the h-ll you turn that way?
n-ggas gotta good poker face
now i’m with gang outside yo’ place

[verse 2: mongo:]
mu-mu-mu-murda melodies, i bust yo’-
throat so you cannot sing
i peel that stuff right off of yo’ tongue
and rip off your [?]
my-my-my glock let off a couple shots
i let that mothaf-cka’ ring
my heater turn your face to a paste, the blood is bubbling

se-se-send him to heaven or h-ll, he’s takin’ no regrets
[?], watch it in action in my precents

i-i detest your acceptance so wakin’ up without a weapon like it’s singin’ without a song
my-my trigger get [?]

i pop- i pop my sh-t, i never leave my brotha’ without a chrome
[?] my bullets, you wouldn’t know nun’ about it tho
godhan-godhand be the cl!ck, i’m never poppin’ my shots alone
you a mothaf-ckin’ b-tch, i got the drop now i’m droppin’ dome

mu-murda melodies, b-tch this glock sound like a symphony
the bustin’ sound like [?]
i’m bustin’, yo’ duckin’
you tryna get into some sh-t with me?

this glocky [?]
i-i-i-i shoot you in yo’ sh-t for free

[verse 3: gonda]
murda melodies, yeah my glock sound like a chorus
get the f-ck off my line if you causin’ an annoyance
p-ssy mothaf-cka’s switch up, t-this ain’t nintendo
and you know this ain’t a normal mag, this that extendo
bi-bi-b-tch, pick up the shovel, get to diggin’, do it quick
i-i, i got ’em singin’ sad songs in a ditch
chop off his hands, he can’t fix it with a stitch
(yeah) i’ma walkin’ skeleton i feel just like the lynch (yea’)

and we don’t f-ck with the coppas
i got nothin’ but the pure lsd in the droppa’
always got that glock on me, that’s my b-tch n-gga stoppa’
got my gun in a mcdonalds bag, big mac not no whopper

da-na, na-na-na!
b-tch i love this sh-t
i feel like a track, ’cause the way i made them run and sh-t
the way you f-ckin’ up is like you beggin’ for some punishment
murda melodies, but this choppa got that drum on it
n-gga please

[chorus: 870glizzy]
n-gga please (n-gga please)
you in the presence of a king, peasant, get on yo’ knees
(yeah these n-ggas, they can’t f-ck with me)

ni-n-gga please
dirty boy off in ’em sticks, arkansas is what i bleed

li-li-live from the desert, got stains all on my [?]
always broke in here-zer
so-so-some sh-t had to shake
had to go outie and get that paper
ro-ro-rob a n-gga, take

b-tch my cous-o kicking dope
and b-tch i’m kickin’ dope on tapes

- godhandusa

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