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murda mook - came back lyrics

[part i]

[verse 1: murda mook]
look, they keep begging me to come back
and do the battle in but i already run that
i got the handle, now it’s time to get the jump shot
it’s time to treat the whole game like it’s young hot
yeah, the sun hot, i got the sunblock
i run the spot, shoot a nickname fun dot
on the shot, pack it up like a lunch box
i told the heavy metal, never let the punks rock
who iller than me, n0body, i’m hungry
but on these beats, i’m so c+cky
so locky, i’m still on that bullsh+t
come try me, hit your ass with the full clip
top, show your little dogs how to move d+ck
you gеt your sh+t pushed when you try pull sh+t
then i’ll havе your body make you [?]
badges and yellow tape decorate your lobby
i’m about to go in, no, not rolling, you know
but when a n+gga pull the flow, time to get the ivy
no disrespect, i know i’m the hottest
i’m going over the hood like a coat in the closet
i don’t give a motherf+ck if you don’t like me
spit fire, yeah, try to give it up nicely
then put it down, not the money, i need it
so now it’s f+ck you, if it ain’t my money, i mean it
n+gga, i’m a murderer, mugging up the burn it up
pop a shot, drop a n+gga top like a convertible
no, i ain’t concerned with them, n+ggas that be calling sh+t
if the label’s f+cking up, run up in them offices
break all porcelains, that’s who they check box
start n+ggas cds, smash streams on a laptop
one, the bread, f+ck the feds and they snapshots
they just mad to see a young n+gga hit the jackpot
j had ’em all wrong, i’m going to the mat lock
’cause mat locker, them n+ggas, they got n+ggas rep drop
f+ck that, n+ggas squeeze on me, i’ma f+ck that
metal belly head, vice grips through his nut sack
sh+t, and i’ma squeeze them ’til his nuts crack
and make ’em scream agony, i got the l+st for that
i wear the gloves for that, so don’t nothing match
a n+gga run up on me, no, he ain’t coming back
[interlude]
hey
1, 2
1, 2, 3
yeah

[verse 2: lola monroe]
when i step up in it, i’m thinking n+z+
all eyes on me like a pazi
stars get star struck like paparazzi
riding in a maserati with the top reese
why you with the blue eyes like a n+z+
haters, get your act together, this is not tv
yeah, they saw me on the bottom, then it’s blocky
but i feel nothing, ain’t no bluffing
there’s no stopping, why we shopping?
go, baby, i’m ten, go get out a pot
if you ain’t thinking mad, now we on a destin’
this ain’t a problem, they saying, “go get ’em”
they be like, “i got ’em”
catch me on an island, in the water midas
such a role model, another hundred thousand

[part ii]

[verse 3: cory gunz]
people be saying i don’t know what i be saying
i don’t know, what, i’m probably out of my f+ckin’ noodles
he don’t need to be playin’ inside that we playin’
we inside, cause he’s lying inside of his f+cking pupils
if you would picture me, playing what i be saying
what, i know, why don’t you try to be f+cking [?]
pull me worse, or it’s worse, write a verse
with the cursive and each word in cursive
first the verse, switch the surface, kick dirt, who know?
flippin’ on sh+t like i know you though
here to take you though, kidnapper who naps the kids
like i’m an [?] who take you though
[?]
can’t n0body see n0body, people
person pigeon point ’em out, he goin’ [?]
i don’t leave ’em crazy
so c+cky

- murda mook lyrics

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