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letra de hit da flo - murphy lee

[intro]
wyshmaster

[chorus]
we ready, you know
it’s been a long time since we been home
ever since we done came with that “midwest swing”
everybody talking ’bout the m-o
if you ready, let’s go
it’s been a long time since we been home
ever since we done came with that “midwest swing”
everybody talking ’bout the m-o
we gon’ make you hit the floor

[verse 1: city spud]
ayo, i’m gone, i’m gone, i’m gone on my brain
i done bought the bar once and i’m ’bout to buy it again
you some rich, i’m rich, i’m ’bout to make it rain
it’s derrty e-n-t, so you know my dough insane
ayo, i’m flier than a whistle, get higher than a missile
i am smoother than tissue when i gotta blow the whistle
so, that place that you rode, don’t think he even with you
’cause i’m drunker than a motherf-cker, shots of patron
got me drunker than a motherf-cker, need to be at home
but i’m still in the club, bottle full of bub’
they yelling “what’s up?”, so i’m yelling “what’s up?”
and n-ggas, they know the meal, b-tches, they know i’m real
that’s why they let me cut it, they swear city the deal
ooh, little mama s-xy; ooh, little mama right
ooh, little mama bad, i’m leaving with her tonight
[verse 2: kyjuan]
i ain’t grow up flat broke with no pot to p-ss in
now i’m nice and rich, huh, four pots to p-ss in
six beds to sleep in and i bought a thousand or so
give or take sneakers so i can slip my feet in
hats from the [?], jeans so european
end up in a spot that you will never be in
valet pr-nto, get in pr-nto
four bottles of wine, yes, i’m the head honcho
rap blowing poncho, it’s raining with hatred
my game is sacred, i’m a st. louis patriot
when i say i’m high, that don’t always mean i smoke it
it could mean i’m fly like a st. louis quatro-bird

[verse 3: nelly]
let me in your soul, yeah, you can count the worth
that’s nike going platinum every year since it’s my birth
i know you n-ggas heard, because i did it first
you think that i’m gon’ stop right now, the way it gets worse
they say money in a horse and my stash is proper
see, i ain’t gotta see ya, i pay your man to knock ya
i pay your man to stop ya, you think that you with her
godd-mn, i pay that b-tch to drop ya
got my heart from the north side, game from you, city
dope boy saucy with a splash of that gritty
now you can search a renee and you ain’t gon’ find min-ayy
i put that on obama, n-gga, i just got it in me
[chorus]
we ready, you know
it’s been a long time since we been home
ever since we done came with that “midwest swing”
everybody talking ’bout the m-o
if you ready, let’s go
it’s been a long time since we been home
ever since we done came with that “midwest swing”
everybody talking ’bout the m-o
we gon’ make you hit the floor

[post-chorus]
hit the floor, hit the floor
hit the floor, hit the floor
hit the floor, hit the floor
we gon’ make it hit the floor
na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
we gon’ make it hit the floor

[verse 4: ali]
we back like a vertebrate, st. louis
where they proud of they murder rate
heavy starch, midwest in my heart
i play a safe, great chiefer, i’ma handle on my thirty-eight
yeah, i’m out the bag, sometimes i ran, sometimes i’m sad
sometimes i ran, sometimes i’m mad, sometimes i’m been
coupe, sometimes i jag, you see me and i’ma yell it all night
where you from? where i’m from, north side
the lane, eighty-eight and i’ma always rep the city
city player, if you ain’t know, check me out, i’m in graffiti sand
[verse 5: murphy lee]
will bill gates please put me on this roster?
the way i win dough and the way i macintosh it
st. louis roster, with more golds than soccer
too many p-ssy hole informers, lunatic imposters
should’ve been a doctor, country singer or rocker
instead of running-up and all these daughters and mamas
they tell me do the thang, murphy lee, you the mayne
out of town, country grammar language, like booty-tang
they don’t hear me but somebody must be feeling it
’cause when we in your city, it be packed and we be k!lling it
camera phones everywhere, baby mamas on me
grabbing on my goods, say how bad they want me
the original midwest individuals who told ’em
it was cool to be country, ten milible
plus lyrical times the illest syllables
divide, ‘ply as h-ll equals any woman is gettable

- murphy lee

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