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murda blocc - maxo kream lyrics

[intro: maxo kream]
it go boom, b-tch
choppa street sweeper like a broomstick
trigger maxo, waka flocka
k!lled your partner, you ain’t do sh-t
run it ‘fore i run out
sun up ’til the sundown
run it ‘fore i run out
sun up ’til the sundown

[chorus: maxo kream]
i’m on murda block from the sun up ’til the sundown (sundown)
thirty on my glock, if you run up you get gunned down (gunned down)
servin’ out my shop, better hurry ‘fore i run out (run out)
heard you with the opps, catch you with ’em, you get gunned down (ayy, ayy)

[post-chorus: maxo kream]
like, what’s crackin’, b-tch?
tommy, macs and tecs, nick van exel clips
droppin’ sh-t, slide in with the stick like it’s hockey, b-tch
microwave, orville redenbacher, popcorn, poppin’ sh-t
jigga, dame, chopper rock a fella, houston rock it, b-tch

[verse 1: maxo kream]
i’m on murda block, with the forum park gorillas
we got your homies shot, and you still ain’t try to k!ll us
overheard the opps, say they kream clique k!lla
what they talkin’ ’bout? they ain’t k!ll no kream clique n-gg-
tote banana clips, catch a monkey slippin’, then we k!ll him
we lurkin’ on his block while he lurkin’ on my twitter
draco baby choppa, pull up to his casa, we can’t find him
tryna hide, no problem, we ‘gon pop his mama and his papa
shoot medulla oblongata, hit your noodles, spill your pasta
they don’t really want no problems, ask ’em how we did they partners
go dig your homeboy up, i bet he can’t say sh-t
and if you lookin’ for me, i be with them forum park crips (ayy, ayy)

[verse 2: a$ap ferg]
7 am, i wake up to the green, pick up my phone, hit maxo kream
thirty crips, pack the heat, sippin’ that promethazine (woo)
woof, woof (yeah), woof, woof (woo)
woof, woof (right), woof, woof (ah, yeah)
leave me alone, busta, don’t get me f-cked up
better leave me alone, brother, ‘fore i get you touched up
we ‘gon hit your auntie, uncle and your cousin mother
it’s the jungle, keep some k!llers with us like like no other
what’s in the backpack, max? hidden that sh-t
couple riders with that rat, make ’em backflip
leave ’em hangin’ off a roof with a bad grip
all my n-gg-s is the truth, got a bad clique
came from the hungry ham, f-ck them pigs, got us jammed
our dirty b-st-rd leave ’em ghost like the clan (yeah)
bout thirty ratchets, clear this sh-t like pakistan
kids offer the cheesecake like making the band

[outro: maxo kream]
it go boom, b-tch
choppa street sweeper like a broomstick
trigger maxo, waka flocka
k!lled your partner, you ain’t do sh-t
it go boom, b-tch
choppa street sweeper like a broomstick
trigger maxo, waka flocka
k!lled your partner, you ain’t do sh-t

- maxo kream lyrics

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