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dana coppafeel speak easy - murder they wrote lyrics

jumping jehova fish, they can’t even f-ck with this
lolly gaggin with the coupe, molly whopping rappers too
hard kn-bbing this is cool, only something we could do
politic smackin on the beat like it is food
poster with my new shoes, broke rapper real blues
rich rapper dreaming too, sleeping while i’m cruising too
i ain’t even seen the news, i don’t believe it’s true
bomber clock, one shot to get rid of you
plus i need an 8 to 2, this is where the brace is taking you
smoking cannabis nowadays, i’m paper view
never concern myself with something that a hater do
to tell the truth motherf-cker, i’m a hater too
the difference is that you whack i wouldn’t hate on you
why waste my time tryina ace the rhyme
something like a banker mind chasing dimes
i’ve been murdering my notebook on every page
that’s why i’m certified

[hook]
i went up instamind, that’s murda
we walk up in di yard, that’s murda
why does it…we go further
we geisin on the…that’s murda
i’m a murderer, that’s what they be yelling
i’m a murderer, that’s what they be sellin
i’m a murderer, that’s what they be yelling
unified rude boy, that’s murda

chillin behind tint black clark kent sh-t
on the road kenneth cole, tamping out witness
flow gravy and i’m borderline crazy
up it’s week 112 me and brown skin lady
baby keep them red bottoms on, echo like a speaker phone
at the set dim lights play need a simone
mike …ill out the tellie with the pin
hustle like bill russel all i wanna do is win
slide grim but a joke i am not
retro pull box and energy is hot tops
ball like george kirk, bend the corner, swipe the curve
under the influence of life, tryina conserve
i emerge, more iller content, more realer
young dudes, no filler, fronting but you’re no dealer
i’m no killer but i dare you to push me
you’re wavy on the edge but a melody took me

you now in tune to some motherf-cking masterminds
crack the safe and get the goods, you know by half the time
they can’t detect the kids deez like the plastic 9
but they don’t teach em, get these shots off
pandemonium pop off, around the hour the cops off
shift change, switch lanes, in a range, wood grain
shawty she from harvard cause she got that good brain
93, back upon my hood thing, play hard

you see i’m back in the corner zone, guess i’m in another zone
you the king, f-ck your throne, calling on it on the microphone
steady mobbing, to keep the music knockin
more of bad boys, than diddy and dennis rodman
fully grown phenomenon, all held the honorable
plus i’m on the spaz, that on the microphone and time at you
grind you hard for you to chase something from me
cerebral cash flow, yeah my mind’s on my money

back in the building, catching feelings
you’re the healing of the nation is what i’m dealing
yo i sling my lyrical dope and turning my time up
they say i bring the drama, but i’m not gonna bust you with my 9 caliber
hit them with my lyrical, caliber
they say that i’m a rude boy murderer
enough for them they like me cause i spit it for the culture
i hold the mike, i grip the mike
my life is whether i say
i keep em listenin to my melody
that’s when the pen hit the pad, that’s murda.

- dana coppafeel speak easy lyrics

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