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murda mook freestyles on flex | freestyle #015 - murda mook lyrics

[verse 1]
check, look, talk
i just went to church on sunday
then i had to put in work that monday
see this kinda motto not for the runway
doublin’ my g, these n*ggas dread the gunplay
oh, you talkin’ ’bout money? it’s outrageous
my n*gga’s mouth ragin’ ’bout clout, sh*t, i’m out in vegas
i’m bettin’ wild wages, rapin’ the cr*p table
johnny walk a b*tch right out of black label
back when i was a featherweight tryna pedal bass
doctor lookin’ for a fracture, need to catch a break
had me out there in the streets like i never ate
if a n*gga lookin’ like food, he get a metal plate
or get the fist if i’m on blaze, he don’t feel it for one year
three hundred and sixty*five days
doin’ sixty*five, runnin’ sixty*five plays
sixty*five n*ggas say they live, sixty*five graves
the bricks front beef hundred and sixty days
three hundred and fifty pies keep tumblin’ fifty ways
i can’t even count this money, just gettin’ crazy
it’s coming so many ways, i’m mumblin’, give me sp*ce
i turn a pretty date gray, fifty shades
dominatrix with the white girl, whip a slave
if you ain’t got the product, you ain’t gettin’ paid
that white girl gotta show first, n*gga, ricky lake
flex my bliggy, say “it’s gon’ be a liggy day”
three little piggies on who? mickey, i’ma pick the day
if he actin’ iffy, in a jiffy, let them triggies spray
if a n*gga miss, okay, k!ll him from the ricochet
if he live in the city, we find out where them n*ggas stay
house party visit, wait, n*ggas think i’m kiddin’?
played money since ’93, n*gga check my balance
i flip somethin’, i’m always gon’ land on my feet
i know some big hats, you thinkin’ you try me
and get high blood pressure, you salty, it’s iv
big hammers swung, lotta candles sprung
portraits and mantles hung, live on channel one
i don’t care where you from, shotty spit
karate kid, vine clip, godd*mn, daniel*san!
his head is smeared, knocked his noodle out, i never cared
marinara [?]
better fear, anything you want, i bet i sell it here
please n*gga, trust, these keys gon’ take you everywhere
i was only seventeen, thinkin’ medellin
meek mill to the fiends, i was sellin’ dreams
on the project steps, movin’ medicine
every martin luther next to it like coretta king
[verse 2]
huh, we still rockin’? hold on
listen, look
lately i been gettin’ mentioned by some no*names
never had, i can’t put an end on your reign
cool, let ’em talk, mother f*cker, do your thang
i bet i boogie on ’em down the line like soul train
my whole gang bring the drama to your doorstep
can’t take losses, the costs is get off*set
three*piece suit in a box, look at y’all fresh
next step, gotta get to revvin’ like a corvette, rmmmm
learn my lesson, let nothing’ slide
when it come to mine, n*gga, i don’t shuck and jive
that’s what happened ’bout the last sh*t this sucka tried
the f*ck you think happened? he f*ckin’ died
’bout to make you n*ggas eat some humble pie
the powder and the cake, i’m the funnel guy
lettin’ bundles fly, if you want ’em, come on by
once we let the money wash, then it tumble dry
betty crocker in every lock and
jaw steady droppin’, hit? i bet it’s lockin’
i don’t need no scale, it’s very shockin’
that’s right, i can eyeball white, i’m fetty wappin’
d.o.t., we ain’t nothin’ to f*ck wit’, hold
come on boom boom, throw another joint on, it’s harlem
[verse 3]
you know what it is
whattup? look, listen
everybody got they two pennies in
too many chiefs and not enough indians
once they find out the frenzy i put the city in
it’s gon’ be hard to swallow like a spoonful of cinnamon
you got it, my n*ggas come in to get it then
and we siezin’ everything like we dominican
i been on fire since my watch went to switzerland
n*ggas all tired, they should sign deals with michelin
moms concerned that somebody murdered me
my girl keep irkin’ me ’bout a surgery
i said, “b*tch, if i give you these racks for ass
and titties to match, if we don’t last, you givin’ ’em back”
i know that i’m petty, i can admit that
that don’t change nothin’, ho, i need my sh*t back
youngun’, jail ain’t cool, where your sense at?
rottin’ in that paddy whack over nick knacks
they beggin’ like, “give a dog a bone”
better get it on you own, [?]
daddy gettin’ money, we gon’ give a daughter loan
like, “give a call to home, b*tch, get him on the phone”
“you wanna see your baby girl breathe again?
then send about three fifty even, then”
i’m ’bout to make it a hundred degrees again
look at the colors change on the leaves again
everybody the plug, man, get ’em out, ref
how you the plug but you can’t afford the outlet?
matter fact, sh*t, we gon’ take this a little farther
how you claim you the [?] and can’t afford the charger?
set trip, you gon’ catch this vibe
from your reckless pride, get your head split wide
when i step in with a tec this size
everybody on the floor like the electric slide
d.o.t., we ain’t nothin’ to f*ck wit’
i be lowkey, i ain’t one for the f*ck sh*t
i catch a n*gga, it’s on site, put him out of commission
under my timberlands, he under construction
huh, boxin’ approach when n*ggas see you
once we lift up his rope, we gettin’ his ring too
ooh, i don’t think you know what i mean, n*gga
you gotta lift up the rope to get in the ring, n*gga
that’s word to my aunt tootsie, they all p*ssy
press me, it ain’t intercom, now talk to me
ha, pinocchio, i wish you would, son
geppetto can’t turn you to a real one
on top of the hilton on a milk run
for real, son, i’m talkin’ ’bout millions over millions
it’s ill, n*gga change over green like a chameleon
it’s pound, lookin’ around like when the bill come
huh, h*ll yeah, we can get a deal done
as long as the money squared like sicilians
dot mob, we come and they tuck sh*t
’cause we like hiv, nothin’ to f*ck wit’
we got more beats?
[verse 4]
trap closed n*gga, nine o’clock
but don’t worry though, i got a after hours spot
i’m busy tryin’ to find lebron on the cable
[?] blew half the grams off the table
once these b*tches sealed, we gon’ ship ’em like the naval
i can’t owe, i need my bread whole like a bagel
grandmother said, “go to church, it’ll save you”
opened up the bible, saw the cane, now i’m able
and now i’m [?]
baking soda like before you put it in the microwave
watch it blow up
brick road, come see the wizard, you need a chicklet
or a big chicken like who got beef with peter griffin
some season with it? oh it’s f*ckin’ delicious
i swear you make a whole meal with just one of these b*tches
uh, the money comin’ in eternal, way we movin’ in the chickens
you would think we knew the colonel
see i’m old harlem, my money still in the mattress
the feds call [?], i’m part of the blacklist
i drop voices, i put a [?] on the masses
it’s not what they expected, it was sort of a catfish
look, dot mob, everything else irrelevant
king sh*t, pull up to the grammys on a elephant
n*ggas is delicate, sh*ll in the chest
they thought i been dead, that’s the mandela effect
h*ll in the flesh, he yellin’ he next? tell him to bet
tell whoever done slept, tell ’em i’m ahead of the rest, yes
whoa, and i’m back talkin’ reckless
rap battle vein pokin’ out the neck sh*t
no convos, i came here to wreck sh*t
i ain’t really tryin’ to chill, i’m like netflix
i eat n*ggas for breakfast, egg whites
got the strip bacon on a late night
i’ve got a b*tch thick as a pot of grits
throw a little cheese on and now you got a fish
got a grip, b*tch pretty, sh*t stainless
metal in your mouth for talkin’ silly on some bane sh*t
no more mister nice guy, it’s f*ck me likewise
time for bed, turn off the nightlight
i get the head, then make a scurry to the side
like a asian store clerk, “b*tch, hurry up and bye!”
and the rules to the game never switch up
play as hard as you can play, get your chips up
but if it’s a mix*up and you get tripped up
n*gga, keep your lips shut, ugh
i know these n*ggas hatin’ all up in they feelings
but broke n*ggas never had a right to an opinion
f*ck critics, you can’t tell me sh*t if you ain’t did it first
fifty, second hand count sixty, it’s been a minute
k!ller casino, yellin’ out, “this cr*p table hot”
oh you tight on your ends, huh, that why you play the slot?
you triggered money on that girl, don’t say you not
you whined until she popped up on you, jack*in*a*box, huh?
you trap queen, and ain’t no fakin’ the locks
i’m bout fetty, n*gga, these white b*lls eighty a wap
so, n*gga, come my way, i’ll raise the murder rate
a hundred and two shots, got seventeen .38s
great chef, i stick around till the beef done
and marl still poppin’ locks like rerun
it’s best if i burn you, because if he come
you’re nocturnal, trust, n*gga, you don’t wanna see, son

- murda mook lyrics

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