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high & dirty - mello buckzz & murda b lyrics

[intro: murda b and mello buckzz]
like what?
dead, dead, dead
grahhh
uh uh uh

[chorus :mello buckzz]
the opps be high and dirty, what’s some of they last chains? i call them ceiling fans
ain’t stressed about no n*gga i feel like 50, i got many men
k!llers dressed in black and move like shadows, i call them slendermen
speak on fonem ten shots to your mouth b*tch change your dental plan
ooh ah, ooh we, i’m geekin’ off this perc’
i just might get st*rdy or sit back and watch these b*tches twerk
i could walk in at saks and spend a bag, you waiting on the first
in pictures holdin’ dracs’ but you don’t know how that b*tch work

[verse 1: mello buckzz]
okay, ooh ah, ooh we, mmm i smoke exotic za
ain’t no speeding down my block and lucky fonem ain’t on that car
bully mode, they can’t come outside or post up at they spot
harlem shake, big ass ar make his body rock
i don’t yell out “ahh” and shake my ass, i bank l’s and i tote glocks
i don’t come outside with no .380 i got some sh*t that take your top
them n*ggas died and died again they ain’t get no get back for they block
fonem put out they ass like how i put my faygo in my wock
i had to cut off all them pretty girls they scared of glocks n’ sh*t
ion want no pretty b*tch, my hoe ain’t ‘gon be scared to pop a b*tch
they carry mace and tazers, hmm, b*tch i walk ’round with chops ‘n sticks
got all these b*tches actin’ like me, really they my opposite
[chorus :mello buckzz]
the opps be high and dirty, what’s some of they last chains? i call them ceiling fans
ain’t stressed about no n*gga i feel like 50, i got many men
k!llers dressed in black and move like shadows, i call them slendermen
speak on fonem ten shots to your mouth b*tch change your dental plan
ooh ah, ooh we, i’m geekin’ off this perc’
i just might get st*rdy or sit back and watch these b*tches twerk
i could walk in at saks and spend a bag, you waiting on the first
in pictures holdin’ dracs’ but you don’t know how that b*tch work

[verse 2: murda b]
and you know that i come with the glock, got the city on lock (boom)
watch the body drop, i’m the baddie and i want every opp
like mello they suckin’ my d*ck, i’m tryna throw the .40 in his whip
c*ck it back and i empty the clip, she keep talkin’ her sh*t now that b*tch on her sh*t
hop out and keep squeezin’, he fell on the floor and now that n*gga stopped breathin’
i be datin’ off n*ggas like seasons, i’m tryna beat that b*tch right into pieces
and you know that i’m sick in the head, mello she with me and she smokin’ on dead
ion go on feet n*ggas fled, she keep talkin’ on bro i’ma fill her with lead
and these b*tches thinkin’ i can’t rap, mello called me i came to the ‘raq
i stay with a bl!cky take it out the bag, tryna catch us an opp like we playin’ some tag
touch me and mello and i’m not here to brag, these b*tches is stupid thinkin’ that i lack
murda b buck and she quick to attack, your n*gga a munch he ate it like a [?]

[chorus: mello buckzz]
the opps be high and dirty, what’s some of they last chains? i call them ceiling fans
ain’t stressed about no n*gga i feel like 50, i got many men
k!llers dressed in black and move like shadows, i call them slendermen
speak on fonem ten shots to your mouth b*tch change your dental plan
ooh ah, ooh we, i’m geekin’ off this perc’
i just might get st*rdy or sit back and watch these b*tches twerk
i could walk in at saks and spend a bag, you waiting on the first
in pictures holdin’ dracs’ but you don’t know how that b*tch work

- mello buckzz murda b lyrics

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