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letra de murdrr talk - lancey foux

[intro]
it’s death to them
and i mean no disrespect, you get me?—tch
f-ck you been talkin’ about? every f-cking week
(f-ck ’em up, krash)
and i act like i don’t want the hate but i do, you get me? (f-cking with myself, trust, f-cking d-ckhead)
sharpen that knife ting you get me?
real sharp, yeah-yeah, draw me out init, anyone?
f-ck it, draw me out, i don’t care—tch
d-ckhead, f-ckin’ d-ckhead

[chorus]
and i love my brothers but i hate these n-ggas (chyeah)
if i was god, i would take these n-ggas
i’m lookin’ around, who made these n-ggas?
got the top cut, i’m ’bout to shave these n-ggas
trust, n0body can save these n-ggas
dry clean them, i’m ’bout to stain these n-ggas
all i left was the pic’, i framed these n-ggas
world-famous, i still can’t name these n-ggas

[verse]
and i love my brothers but i hate these n-ggas (chyeah)
i got blood in my hands like a sick head (chyeah)
runnin’ ’round late night like a bishead
who i sound like now? you d-ckheads
who i sound like now? you d-ckheads
this rap sh-t just ain’t for me, i wish that somebody war me
and i just can’t be like stormzy, it’s too late, no one can save me
i just can’t be aj tracey, on the stage, i’m covered in paisley
on the stage, i’m covered in blood (chyeah)
anything i do, they callin’ me thug
anything i do, they callin’ me carti
just call me giggs, i’m talkin’ the hardest
brand new stick, i’m walkin’ the hardest
brand new stick, i walk with the army (chyeah, chyeah)
got a brand new stick, i walk with the army
got a brand new sti—, chyeah
i bet you didn’t know i was ready for war
bet you didn’t know i was ready for war
can’t sleep unless i pour up a four
everyone dead, how i settled the score (chyeah)
[chorus]
and i love my brothers but i hate these n-ggas
if i was god, i would take these n-ggas (chyeah)
i’m lookin’ around, who made these n-ggas? (huh?)
got the top cut, i’m ’bout to shave these n-ggas (d-ckheads)
trust, n0body can save these n-ggas (hey)
dry clean them, i’m ’bout to stain these n-ggas (b-tch)
all i left was the pic’, i framed these n-ggas
world-famous, i still can’t name these n-ggas (chyeah)

[outro]
no drugs, fam
that’s what was slowin’ me down, i was smokin’ weed
thinkin’ i was cool with you n-ggas, fam, i’m not
i’m not, i’m not, i’m not, i’m not
i was smokin’ weed and f-cking think-thinkin’ everything was cool and i was cool and i liked it but i don’t, i don’t
i’m f-ckin’ lying to myself, i don’t
i’m on my ting, on my own
d-ckhead

- lancey foux

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