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Murder 1

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Murder 1 - LPB Poody Lyrics


Fresh out of the county just beat a murder one

If they asking don't speak on shit cause we ain't heard of none

He see a play just like a frog and he gone hurdle some

And if that boy can give it up gone be a murder one

He got that bag like where the fuck he get that money from

Toe taggin but when they ask he out here playing dumb

No Nick Cannon but little whoadie walking with a drum

A few bodies under his belt got plenty more to come

We on fye we the hottest shit under the sun

I won't lie if I up it like Forest he run

Greenlight I won't stop until that shit be done

No Houdini but I know a few tricks with this gun

My nigga bucking his probation now he on the run

He got a curfew but be up way before the sun

Doing the wolf gone get cheese yeah they be stacking funds

I kept vagina with a bitch cause all he know is bonds

I love my baby momma so I filled her up with semen

Cause she get down on her knees and bless me like I'm Jesus

But I can't ever keep a bitch cause I be out here cheating

Say what's your purpose but I just do it for no reason

Remember turping through the nights when me and Kai was scheming

I was scared to go to sleep cause I be fighting demons

Gave it my all and I got cut I couldn't believe it

That shit done hurt me to my heart they left a nigga bleeding

But now I'm balling on these niggas do it every season

This shit was too good to be true I felt like I been dreaming

I was the one asking for shit but now these niggas need it

But I done take off like a rocket I'm way off in Venus

And it's enough food on this table we can all eat

Just stay 10 toes down just like some small feet

My niggas trapping through the day but do it all week

Boy he got the deals on the reefer and they all cheap

Quin on facetime with some bitches and they all freaks

I know that they gone fuck so I'm dropping all meat

Gon head and try your luck a pussy ain't gone cross me

Talking like he tough I know wassup that's when he lost me

See it with your chest pussy nigga like a man do

Give that Glock a chair and I'll show you what these hands do

Then we can shoot it out and I'm gone blow just like a fan too

My nigga we got bigs sticks and drums like a band too

Wet a nigga block up leave his squad like Shamu

Clip full of old shells but this glizzy brand new

Cheating on these niggas and I'm still on a bantu

They wonder if he's signed hell nah but I plan to

Murder 1 lyrics !!!