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murda melodies - godhandusa lyrics

[chorus: 870glizzy]
n*gga please (n*gga please)
you in the presence of a king, peasant, get on yo’ knees
(yeah these n*ggas, they can’t f*ck with me)

ni*n*gga please
dirty boy off in ’em sticks, arkansas is what i bleed

li*li*live from the desert, got stains all on my [?]
always broke in here*zer
so*so*some sh*t had to shake
had to go outie and get that paper
ro*ro*rob a n*gga, take

b*tch my cous*o kicking dope
and b*tch i’m kickin’ dope on tapes

[hook: 870glizzy]
murda melodies, b*tch this glock done sang a couple songs
murda melodies
mu*mu*murda melodies, b*tch this*
murda melodies, b*tch this glock done sang a couple songs
murda melodies
mu*mu*murda melodies

[verse 1: 870glizzy]
like i’m doodlebob with that pen
erase them, i got a couple gone
bad b*tches, they tens
roll an eight and cut my money long
yeah money long, d*ck long, never been a hoe either
and i stand on business, i’m best friends with the grim reaper
sprintin’ fast, this ain’t gas, boy this straight ether
quick to take a n*gga life [?] they go on yo’ sneakers

you believe me or you don’t, i could care ’bout neither
tell that boy i don’t make believe, b*tch, i just make believers
i was kickin’ it with my dawg, [?]
more like [?], ’cause it turned out my best friend a snake

d*mn, how you fake?
how the h*ll you turn that way?
n*ggas gotta good poker face
now i’m with gang outside yo’ place

[verse 2: mongo:]
mu*mu*mu*murda melodies, i bust yo’*
throat so you cannot sing
i peel that stuff right off of yo’ tongue
and rip off your [?]
my*my*my glock let off a couple shots
i let that mothaf*cka’ ring
my heater turn your face to a paste, the blood is bubbling

se*se*send him to heaven or h*ll, he’s takin’ no regrets
[?], watch it in action in my precents

i*i detest your acceptance so wakin’ up without a weapon like it’s singin’ without a song
my*my trigger get [?]

i pop* i pop my sh*t, i never leave my brotha’ without a chrome
[?] my bullets, you wouldn’t know nun’ about it tho
godhan*godhand be the cl!ck, i’m never poppin’ my shots alone
you a mothaf*ckin’ b*tch, i got the drop now i’m droppin’ dome

mu*murda melodies, b*tch this glock sound like a symphony
the bustin’ sound like [?]
i’m bustin’, yo’ duckin’
you tryna get into some sh*t with me?

this glocky [?]
i*i*i*i shoot you in yo’ sh*t for free

[verse 3: gonda]
murda melodies, yeah my glock sound like a chorus
get the f*ck off my line if you causin’ an annoyance
p*ssy mothaf*cka’s switch up, t*this ain’t nintendo
and you know this ain’t a normal mag, this that extendo
bi*bi*b*tch, pick up the shovel, get to diggin’, do it quick
i*i, i got ’em singin’ sad songs in a ditch
chop off his hands, he can’t fix it with a stitch
(yeah) i’ma walkin’ skeleton i feel just like the lynch (yea’)

and we don’t f*ck with the coppas
i got nothin’ but the pure lsd in the droppa’
always got that glock on me, that’s my b*tch n*gga stoppa’
got my gun in a mcdonalds bag, big mac not no whopper

da*na, na*na*na!
b*tch i love this sh*t
i feel like a track, ’cause the way i made them run and sh*t
the way you f*ckin’ up is like you beggin’ for some punishment
murda melodies, but this choppa got that drum on it
n*gga please

[chorus: 870glizzy]
n*gga please (n*gga please)
you in the presence of a king, peasant, get on yo’ knees
(yeah these n*ggas, they can’t f*ck with me)

ni*n*gga please
dirty boy off in ’em sticks, arkansas is what i bleed

li*li*live from the desert, got stains all on my [?]
always broke in here*zer
so*so*some sh*t had to shake
had to go outie and get that paper
ro*ro*rob a n*gga, take

b*tch my cous*o kicking dope
and b*tch i’m kickin’ dope on tapes

- godhandusa lyrics

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