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murda - cozz lyrics

[intro]
you dead…
you startin’ from the top?
yo, mittee
‘ze murda
everyone you heard of
yeah, talk my sh-t
sippin’ my juice
just tryna get loose

[verse 1]
yo, the crowd has to love him, they feel a deep lyrical acupuncture
i’m spiritual as a nun but i drink ’til my bladder ruptures
rollin’ blunts as fat as nunchucks and weed so good
it make you wanna slap your mother, here have another hit
you want some chips, bags in the cupboard, i have it covered
the fact you love us, the reason why we gettin’ fatter stomachs
we got, that hip-hop soul, and we got that g-funk sh-t yeah
let’s have a function, bring, none of that f-ck sh-t
i belong in some imprisonment, no regards for the innocent
undisciplined, i’m sinnin’ wit’ a pen
d-mn i claimed to be a christian, i ain’t prayed in a minute
been shootin’ and stabbin’, going against all the ten commandments
wish, good luck on the youngin’
i, need to get saved like a, buck on a budget
i thank god for this empty stomach
what would i do if i wasn’t, lyrically thuggin’
bustin’ sluggers at your cousin, motherf-cker

[hook]
murda, murda, cozz causin’ murda
k!llin’ off everyone you heard of
n-gga f-ck around, put a price on your head
claimin’ that you rap and you dead
murda, murda, cozz causin’ murda
k!llin’ off everything you heard of
n-gga f-ck around, put a price on your head
you should get a day job instead

[verse 2]
i’m going from the underdog to an elite
more like the industry make me another dog up on a leash
cozz cause war when he speak
i was born with sk!lls, but we don’t ever wanna cause, war and k!ll
we just some refugees tryna climb these lauryn hills
but i can be tyson with my right hand
and carve words that cut nerves like a knife can
i spit like i’m p-ssed but i’m aiight man
cause i’m the sh-t, you’re a peon like a f-ckin white man
that’s why, ya’ll be stressed, i puff the best
still a ’90s mahf-cka, high, watchin’ recess and kenan & kel
young libra so i was keepin’ the scale
weed was for sale, the cops wanna see him in jail cause

[outro]
yo, this for the n-ggas in the city, claimin’ they on top but they sh-tty
i’ll give you a shot to the head, i’ll take a shot of the henny
y’all really know what’s up, you and this liquor got me so f-cked up

- cozz lyrics

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