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letra de murder - ugk

[verse 1: pimp c]
i’m still pimp c b-tch so what the f-ck is up?
i’m puttin’ powder on the streets cause i got
big f-ckin’ nut’s comin’ back from louisiana
in a fleetwood lac < i just served them n-gg-'s sh-t to put them feinds on they back got the pound goin for four cause you know i just pay two n-gg- bought thirty from me so i fronted forty two, he gonna pop to seven hundred times sixty two, twenty four eight is what i do so n-gg- f-ck what 'cha do if i told ya cocaine number's you think i was lyin' young -ss n-gg-'s twenty two talkin' bout they retirin' in the game ain't a thang comin' forgien in benz rick -ss home two apartment's where i entertain friends mo bounce to the ounce cause the bomb the sh-t, i done got me fifty ounces out of a bird in dis b-tch tightin' up no slackin b-tches checkin' my stock got some birds i sell to n-gg-s some i go rock for rock just got back from california kicked it with b-legit put me down with purple chronic and that hurricane sh-t at the studio with tone, man i wish i could stay i got to holla at master p, cause we got money to make were big playa'z from the south stack gee'z man like ball i got to stack big cheeze man b-tch say he wanna show ya you got nine grand i ain't rappin' sh-t till my money in my hand south texas m-th-rf-cka that's where i stay gettin' money from yo b-tches every got d-mn day big paper i'm foldin' hoes is on my m-th-rf-ckin' jock for all this d-ck i be holdin' i hate clone man show it especially if a fool take our style and act like my n-gg-'s don't know it i kick it with the trill n-gg-'s so you best's not trip if ya keep on talkin' sh-t my n-gg- empty clips hoe azz n-gg- [chorus:] murder, mur, mur, murder murder, mur, mur, murder murder, mur, mur, murder murder, mur, mur, murder murder, mur, mur, murder [verse 2: bun-b] well this bun-b b-tch and i'm the king i'm movin' chickens got 'em finger lickin' stickin' n-gg-'s dat be trippin' you need a swift kickin' yo azz is right for the pickin' now as my pocket's thicken i be thinkin' n-gg-'s slippin' you sick when i be clickin' now take a look at the bigger n-gg- malt liquor swigger playa hata ditch digger figure my hair trigger give a hot one in yo liver you shiver shake and quiver i'm frivoulous of a n-gg- you wetter den a river for what it's worth it's the purpose some n-gg-'s doin' dirt f-ck her first now take off her skirt make the p-ssy hurt mister master hit the swisha faster then fever bilstar blister b-st-rd f-ck her sister faster peep the elbows for sale yo brother better have my mail hoe before i catch a murder case and go to jail oh h-ll no, time to bail hit the trail so we can sell mo f-ckin' yayo get the scale no other bullet duckers can sove up out of this game they better buck us cause the clucker's they love us make them cl-ss d-ck suckers shake they jelly like smucker's i hit like nun-chuckers cause short texas bring the ruckus this for my muf-ckas cookin' cheese to crooked geez rockin' up quarter key's just to get the hook with ease wanna bee's get on yo knee's feel the squeeze from them hk one three's from here to over sea's we do what we please don't trip cause we flip light up a dip i'm breakin' 'em off from they hip to yo lip go ask that boy skip that n-gg- bun rip with one clip, soon as the gun slip now i done ripped out my barrette flyin' through yo pelle pelle and some smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly servin' 'em up like a deli jumped on my cellular telly hoe sell it like it's goin' out of style you can't see me marcus so have a motherf-ckin' sweet and smile. [chorus:] murder, mur, mur, murder murder, mur, mur, murder murder, mur, mur, murder murder, mur, mur, murder murder, mur, mur, murder

- ugk

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