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letra de murder (2016) - the game

[hook]
i don’t see nothing, i heard you talking about it
pull up with stunna leaning in that bugatti
no we ain’t trippin’, i know you ain’t about it
but i got my nina, don’t leave the crib without it
i don’t see nothing, i heard you talking about it
pull up with stunna leaning in that bugatti
no we ain’t trippin’, i know you ain’t about it
but i got my nina, don’t leave the crib without it
murder, murder
murder, murder
murder, murder
murder, murder

[verse 1]
i got choppers on that south beach
that pistol talk when your mouth leak
got a black impala on collins n-gg-
got a glock in air, standing in the back seat, i’m wildin’ n-gg-
long money, f-ck a rubber band
on a paper chase, i do the running man
stealth black chopper with the infrared beam on
50 round drum, if i run out of bullets, hit a n-gg- with the nina
better hit a n-gg- with the scope
bet he won’t talk with his back on the rope
floyd mayweather with the chopper
when a n-gg- get to choppin’ put a razor blade at a n-gg- throat
i don’t f-ck with no scared n-gg-s
i never did and i never will
let the glock go bang, now you kurt cobain
knock a n-gg- right out of real
[hook]
i don’t see nothing, i heard you talking about it
pull up with stunna leaning in that bugatti
no we ain’t trippin’, i know you ain’t about it
but i got my nina, don’t leave the crib without it
i don’t see nothing, i heard you talking about it
pull up with stunna leaning in that bugatti
no we ain’t trippin’, i know you ain’t about it
but i got my nina, don’t leave the crib without it
you shinin’, we shinin’
you timin’, we timin’
you grindin’, we grindin’
we got cash money and diamonds
you shinin’, we shinin’
you timin’, we timin’
you grindin’, we grindin’
we got cash money and diamonds

[verse 2]
take a n-gg- back to compton and chop a n-gg- body up
take a trip to east la and chop a new maserati up
take my black bugatti, (?) on green leaf
then hit crenshaw doin’ 300, n-gg- chief keef
ridin’ down crenshaw, stuntin’ with my b-tch though, ballin’
i’m from compton, she from watts, but we both got pistols
blowin’ trees with the top down, word to yg
if you don’t want a problem motherf-cker, why speak?
n-gg-s kill my n-gg- puff, tell them n-gg-s drop me
keep two k’s in the back, shotty in the front and the chrome side beach
no disrespect to the dogg or the city long beach
but i’m the king out here, motherf-cker on me

- the game

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