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murka flow 6 - king murka lyrics

murka flow 6 lyrics
[intro]
(cashmoneyap)
yeah, yeah, yeah (mmm)
shotta flow 6
(kio, kio)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse]
said i was done, i’m back at it again
back in the car, we spinnin’ the bin (brrt)
slide to your man, i’ma shoot at your friend (shoot at your friend)
knock him down and then we do it again (do it again)
glock automatic, i change the pin (change the pin)
pull a carjackin’, we change the vin (change the vin)
don’t give a f*ck which lane you in (yup)
knuck if you buck, knock the brain out your skin (yup)
tell ’em get low like we doin’ limbo (brrt)
’cause i’m steppin’ for sho’ (brrt)
you get hit in your throat
never aimin’ at your motherf*ckin’ toe
that’s where the tag go when i up the scope (brrt)
asking my bro is he puffin’ on dro
he was tellin’ me, “no, it’s the n*gga we smoked” (brrt)
i didn’t know until i seen the ghost, so i called up ghostbusters and sold ’em a bow (brrt)
d*ck in her mouth, she keep gaggin’ and suckin’ (gaggin’ and suckin’)
nut on her cheeks, she was laughin’ and blushin’ (laughin’ and blushin’)
grabbing my heat, i be clutchin’ for nothing (clutchin’ for nothing)
crash out elite, get to uppin’ in public (uppin’ in public)
big .223 told my n*gga to tuck it
and when i tell you, “bust it,” you better start bustin’ (brr*brr*brrt)
i saw a witness, but i’m yellin’, “f*ck it” (ayy, ayy, ayy)
i started untucking and got me a bucket
assaulted cop when a n*gga was seven
when i turned eleven, i toted a felon (ayy, ayy)
my n*gga was snakin’, i knew i could smell it
when i’m feelin’ threatened, i turn into melly (ayy)
free melly (melly)
one pop, we pop, we made him drop
we spinned his block (come here, come here)
stand over tops (come here, come here)
we never stop until our glock go, “pop, pop, pop” (let’s go, let’s go, brrt)
haha, cl!ck
ayy, n*gga you know that i hit (what?)
i was up close when i splitted his sh*t (splitted his sh*t)
banged the jit, then banged his b*tch (banged his b*tch)
hunnid on it, no aim and sh*t (no aim and sh*t)
barrel burning, no coolant kit (no coolant kit)
my wax, no claiming it (no claiming it)
mc with the hammer, i’m too legit (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i got a b*tch and she really too thick (what?)
she be throwing her fits when she ain’t getting d*ck (what?)
really making me sick, but she do that one trick (what?)
when she split on that d*ck, got me cumming so quick (ayy, ayy)
and she suck like a tick (ayy, ayy)
and her throat like a crick (ayy, ayy)
got me hard as a brick, so i shot me a fl!ck (yeah, yeah)
ayy, she my dawg like vick
ayy, do what i say, sensei (like sensei)
yeah, yeah, these n*ggas police, they just be undercover
know how that be, it can be your own brother (f*ck ’em)
got in the gutter, start singing like usher
but we let it burn like you f*ck with no rubber (yeah)
we let it burn like you f*ck with no jimmy
my name holdin’ weight, but a n*gga be skinny
i’m shiesty like pooh, but i’m not talkin’ winnie
shoot at your committee
i’m talkin’ no kizzy (hehehe)
yeah, no kizzy (no kizzy)
ayy, spin on the block ’til a n*gga get dizzy (brrt)
i make ’em take a seat like he was with wendy (brrt)
catch him at breakfast, i catch him at the club
like dj envy, give him shots of henny (shots of henny)
how many shots?
i don’t know, gave him plenty
i left that boy tipsy, you shouldn’t offend me (brrt)
fall in the party, i got the b*tch movin’ (got the b*tch movin’)
all in the crowd with my motherf*ckin’ jewelry (motherf*ckin’ jewelry)
reach and i get me a trial and a jury (trial and jury)
know i’m a rapper, i’m also security (also security)
lil’ uzi tucked up in my amiri’s (in my amiri’s)
f*ckin’ a groupie she screamin’ out period (out period)
b*tch was too wet ’cause i knocked on her period (knocked on her period)
she said it’s the d*ck for me, period (period)
greatest to do it, need to bring me a trophy (what?)
know that i’m gangster, but act like a yogi (what?)
say you a k!ller, well n*gga come show me (what? come here)
started approachin’, then he did aerobics (brrt)
so much cheese on me, i’m getting loaded (ayy)
put the squeeze on him, i left him bloated (ayy)
she better on her knee, i won’t sugarcoat it (ayy, ayy)
she want the side piece but got a promotion (ayy)
glock or the draco (draco)
boy you better lay low (lay low)
pop*out when the case over (case over)
pop*out when the case closed (case closed)
wonder where his face go (where his face go?)
give that boy a halo (ha*lo)
my shooter off the meds, he be tweakin’ if i say so (what? yeah)
b*tch (come here)
[outro]
n*gga
ayy, six, n*gga (brrt)
yeah, b*tch (hahaha)
ayy, said i was done, i’m back at it again (call that)
back in the car (call that), we spinnin’ the bin

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