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godhandusa - murda melodies lyrics

[chorus: 870glizzy]
n+gga please (n+gga please)
you in the presence of a king, peasant, get on yo’ knees
(yeah these n+ggas, they can’t f+ck with me)

ni+n+gga please
dirty boy off in ’em sticks, arkansas is what i bleed

li+li+live from the desert, got stains all on my [?]
always broke in here+zer
so+so+some sh+t had to shake
had to go outie and get that paper
ro+ro+rob a n+gga, take

b+tch my cous+o kicking dope
and b+tch i’m kickin’ dope on tapes

[hook: 870glizzy]
murda melodies, b+tch this glock done sang a couple songs
murda melodies
mu+mu+murda melodies, b+tch this+
murda melodies, b+tch this glock done sang a couple songs
murda melodies
mu+mu+murda melodies

[verse 1: 870glizzy]
like i’m doodlebob with that pen
erase them, i got a couple gone
bad b+tches, they tens
roll an eight and cut my money long
yeah money long, d+ck long, never been a hoe either
and i stand on business, i’m best friends with the grim reaper
sprintin’ fast, this ain’t gas, boy this straight ether
quick to take a n+gga life [?] they go on yo’ sneakers

you believe me or you don’t, i could care ’bout neither
tell that boy i don’t make believe, b+tch, i just make believers
i was kickin’ it with my dawg, [?]
more like [?], ’cause it turned out my best friend a snake

d+mn, how you fake?
how the h+ll you turn that way?
n+ggas gotta good poker face
now i’m with gang outside yo’ place

[verse 2: mongo:]
mu+mu+mu+murda melodies, i bust yo’+
throat so you cannot sing
i peel that stuff right off of yo’ tongue
and rip off your [?]
my+my+my glock let off a couple shots
i let that mothaf+cka’ ring
my heater turn your face to a paste, the blood is bubbling

se+se+send him to heaven or h+ll, he’s takin’ no regrets
[?], watch it in action in my precents

i+i detest your acceptance so wakin’ up without a weapon like it’s singin’ without a song
my+my trigger get [?]

i pop+ i pop my sh+t, i never leave my brotha’ without a chrome
[?] my bullets, you wouldn’t know nun’ about it tho
godhan+godhand be the cl!ck, i’m never poppin’ my shots alone
you a mothaf+ckin’ b+tch, i got the drop now i’m droppin’ dome

mu+murda melodies, b+tch this glock sound like a symphony
the bustin’ sound like [?]
i’m bustin’, yo’ duckin’
you tryna get into some sh+t with me?

this glocky [?]
i+i+i+i shoot you in yo’ sh+t for free

[verse 3: gonda]
murda melodies, yeah my glock sound like a chorus
get the f+ck off my line if you causin’ an annoyance
p+ssy mothaf+cka’s switch up, t+this ain’t nintendo
and you know this ain’t a normal mag, this that extendo
bi+bi+b+tch, pick up the shovel, get to diggin’, do it quick
i+i, i got ’em singin’ sad songs in a ditch
chop off his hands, he can’t fix it with a stitch
(yeah) i’ma walkin’ skeleton i feel just like the lynch (yea’)

and we don’t f+ck with the coppas
i got nothin’ but the pure lsd in the droppa’
always got that glock on me, that’s my b+tch n+gga stoppa’
got my gun in a mcdonalds bag, big mac not no whopper

da+na, na+na+na!
b+tch i love this sh+t
i feel like a track, ’cause the way i made them run and sh+t
the way you f+ckin’ up is like you beggin’ for some punishment
murda melodies, but this choppa got that drum on it
n+gga please

[chorus: 870glizzy]
n+gga please (n+gga please)
you in the presence of a king, peasant, get on yo’ knees
(yeah these n+ggas, they can’t f+ck with me)

ni+n+gga please
dirty boy off in ’em sticks, arkansas is what i bleed

li+li+live from the desert, got stains all on my [?]
always broke in here+zer
so+so+some sh+t had to shake
had to go outie and get that paper
ro+ro+rob a n+gga, take

b+tch my cous+o kicking dope
and b+tch i’m kickin’ dope on tapes

- godhandusa lyrics

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