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letra de i murder shit - lil jay

[pre-hook]
every track i get on, man, i murder sh-t
my n-gg-s in that field—yeah, we doing hits
f-cking off his -ss, he ain’t with the sh-ts
word around town, lil jay, yeah, i murder sh-t

[hook]
i murder sh-t, i murder sh-t
i swear to god, i murder sh-t
this beat, yeah, i’ma murder it
lil jay, yeah, i murder sh-t
i murder sh-t, i murder sh-t
sweat to god, i murder sh-t
lil jay, yeah, i murder sh-t

[verse 1]
since i was a shorty, i always kept that .25, no robert horry
i been getting money since n-gg-s was doing the 40’s
i get it off, but fame and the glory
that’s when i was a shorty
now i’m older, i’m stunting
smoking dope, getting blunted
yeah, my trap doing numbers
work moving like sonny
if it ain’t about that money, that sh-t is irrelevant
you know i’m ’bout that bag, my pockets fatter than a elephant
lil jay up next, everybody who i’m better than
and i don’t f-ck with p-ssy n-gg-s
you can say i’m celibate
thinking you gon’ catch me lacking, that sh-t so odee
free lil b from ebt and r.i.p. to dashi
you know how i’m rocking
i’m arrogant and i’m c-cky
flexing with that bag, what you got in them pockets?
k!ll you now or later, that’s my decision
30 shots like scottie pippin, i shoot with good precision (l’s)

[pre-hook]
every track i get on, man, i murder sh-t
my n-gg-s in that field—yeah, we doing hits
f-cking off his -ss, he ain’t with the sh-ts
word around town, lil jay, yeah, i murder sh-t

[verse 2]
cooling on the plane, that’s some otg sh-t
i’m die wic and i’m die brick, that’s some ot streets sh-t
i don’t play no games, i am no nintendo
nino on my side and yeah know that b-tch a nympho
b-tch, i’m tbg, so my whole life in 3d
sending shots to opps sneak dissing on me
in my hood, bro died, sh-t’ll never be the same
first, it’s boom, boom, boom
then the street sh-t entertain
for them boys sleeping on me, gave his -ss a pillow case
put his -ss on 60 seconds, no n-gg- listen case
saying, “f-ck tooka gang” you must be out of your mind
omg, i’m on my grind
30 shots up in that nine
you know i got that ratchet, 30 in a true jacket
come through and i’m clapping, leave you flat just like a matress
money on mind, i gotta get my money long
gotta stay smoking on that strong
got more hoes than trey songz (swag, swag)

[pre-hook]
every track i get on, man, i murder sh-t
my n-gg-s in that field—yeah, we doing hits
f-cking off his -ss, he ain’t with the sh-ts
word around town, lil jay, yeah, i murder sh-t

- lil jay

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