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letra de top shelf - nwm cee murdaa

[intro]
(ayy, ayy, hold on)
murdaa (murdaa, murdaa, murdaa, murdaa, murdaa)
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
hold on, i ain’t been in the booth in a minute, i gotta feel myself, you heard me?
gang, gang, gang
duh, duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh, duh, duh-duh-duh
duh, duh-duh-duh, duh, uh, hahaha
100k sh-t, man, you already know
30 deep, nwm, you heard me?
quick lil’ statement

[verse 1]
who that n-gga? ask around, bet they say alphamega buccz
i touched the city with a knot and got a couple goofies touched
they like, “cee murdaa, please calm down, your ass been gettin’ in too much”
so i sat back and switched the goal and he clapped all the goofies up

[chorus]
i got murder on my mind, can’t hang that sh-t up on the shelf
got a cake baked for the goofies, i’ma serve that sh-t myself
he said f-ck name, but yellеd, “bro, please,” when i had caught him by hissеlf
b-tch, it’s get down or lay down, you gon’ get right or gon’ get left

[refrain]
smokin’ top shelf, this ain’t kelp, i hit him twice, was yellin’ help
he tried to sprint, couldn’t make the steps and got his goofy slow ass left
smokin’ top shelf, this ain’t kelp, i hit him twice, was yellin’ help
he tried to sprint, couldn’t make the steps and got his goofy slow ass left

[verse 2]
i smoke a whole lot of goofies, my favorite one of ’em all
is the one got cheddar bob by the racks sittin’ in the car
boy, you get hit up with this micro, i ain’t tryna come spar
yeah, i might fight you in the mall, we get outside, i flip cars
this for all them n-ggas dissin’, big murdaa won’t stand down
y’all boys tryna rap beef, i drop ten, now it’s a d-mn man down
caught him slippin’, pants down, let dp out, he ran down
and all you heard was round of applause clappin’, ain’t talkin’ hand sounds
f-ck n-gga wanna play around, but nah, i ain’t with none of that
give me an ar or a k and watch murdaa go dumb with that
that lil’ b-tch thought i had a heart, that sh-t dead, i been done with that
they say your past gon’ hunt you down, so sh-t, f-ck it, can’t run from that

[verse 3]
uh, b-tch, i’m still steppin’, and you know i’m still reppin’
them same n-ggas from my section, they never got checked, can’t check me
and you can’t ever correct me, yeah, i can fight, my hands deadly
but i’d rather up this glizzy and send your b-tch ass to heaven

[chorus]
i got murder on my mind, can’t hang that sh-t up on the shelf
got a cake baked for the goofies, i’ma serve that sh-t myself
he said f-ck name, but yelled, “bro, please,” when i had caught him by hisself
b-tch, it’s get down or lay down, you gon’ get right or gon’ get left (b-tch)

[outro]
duh, duh-duh-duh, duh
duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh, duh, duh-duh-duh
duh, duh-duh-duh, duh, duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh
duh, duh-duh-duh
duh-duh, duh-duh, duh-duh-duh, duh-duh, duh-duh
i like this beat, on god, haha

- nwm cee murdaa

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