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ransom – murdah music lyrics

we like a platoon, i be with some wild, wild boys
in the saloon killing like some wild cowboys
bow down boys, you need to eat, chow down boys
and get hit with the pound soundboard
f-ck a shot, i don’t f-ck with cops, n-gg-, i’m like al capone
once they release you they gonna eat you outta house and home
cop that, leaning off the chrome
you been a hater, dump you in incinerators, never found your bones
now we got the c-ke back bouncing
we cocaine cowboys, you brokeback mountain
flow like a fountain, throw one a thousand
900 stacks, that’s racks, you in housing
we tryna get real estate
do the right thing, left it right wing in the real estate
i feel the hate as i feel the buzz
build a buzz sorta like the high that you feel from drugs
and i don’t need rehab
i could play with the rock, this sh-t off like steve nash
medicinal though, got the weed p-ss
everything official to flow, i can see cash
money, everybody gully
full clip in my wall reach with the skully
snug fit on my thug sh-t
got that 38 with the snow tip
i ain’t stressing, please, he stressed at these
powder everywhere like zed believes
why you all timmid?
’cause my pockets got a ball jamming?
i’m in the hood and i indulge in it
authentic, y’all fabricated
the whips all tinted, just a mascaraed that i had to say it
’cause now i’m getting aggravated
i’m mad, they hated, they never congratulated

n-gg-s mad, they don’t show grat-tude
walk in these rapper shoes
i ain’t gotta respect these n-gg-s who paid half the dues
i can scream out names but then what that approve?
jerry h-ller, these fat n-gg-s who got an att-tude
this is all coast, pull strings like a tar nose
turn a live n-gg- into compost
there ain’t no convos ’cause eulogy is coming to in threes
through the grease you can freeze in the coolest breeze
think you should leave, n-gg-s ain’t too into your bars
’cause n-gg-s pointing fingers like i’m sending you home
there’s a live band playing, gun in the guitar case
scarface, shootout speeding while in a car chase
both the gav n-gg-s on park place
raw apes, look at the look at nicki minaj’ face
look at these phony n-gg-s you call great
i lost faith between shootouts, killings, and court dates
i’m br-ss, what can i say?
filthiest n-gg- in the church like can i pray?
grimiest n-gg- on the bench like can i play?
and leave these incognito n-gg-s mia
people that judge us, i bet they suffer twice
drop the me’s, n-gg-, look up to christ
you ain’t gotta believe, n-gg-, i’m f-cking nice
me and hitch, best two men never to clutch a mic

- ransom lyrics

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