Isla Paz Lyrics

Murda she wrote

Murda she wrote

Murda she wrote

Murda she wrote

Album 8

Yeah this for the books

Look at what happen to

The all star rook

Another year another album

Speaking of

Nathaniel platinum

So outstanding

So spectacular

These bitches couldn't see me

If I gave out binoculars

I'm a just a star

Just doing my job

Ain't really fucking with you

So you get a facade

They just applaud

Cause I'm just so great

You only mad

Cause you can't be Nate

Played em like bop

These niggas sweet as a cake

I ain't talking bout a bakery

When I say I'm baked

Made the earth quake

Got these niggas full of fear

Couldn't wait to drop this album

Telepathic in ya ear

Galaxy radio

Up up away we go

Stop waiting at the door

But I'm steady collecting dough

Got admissions like college

You cant even get in

Even if you had

A letter of recommendation

I'm just saying

Most of you is boo boo

Cold ass bitch

Cold ass bitch have ya crying

(Boohoo)

Gave em pawprints

I ain't talking blues clues

They wanna be copies

But I'm where's Waldo

They will never know

Ducked off in the cut

Sitting real high

About to hit the blunt

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Murda she wrote

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Murda she wrote

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Rude boy not nice

Stay the fuck out my way

Dominicano prodigy

En las islas soy rey

It's just another day

Living on island time

Telepathic advance

Bringing you the island vibes

Summertime never ends

Cause we stay with the party

They know I'm with the shits

Like a nigga just farted

Been on it

Got the game on locked

These niggas mad

But they go suck a cock

Who the fuck they gone stop

Bitch it can't me

Ion have no competition

I'm the only one I see

Always just been me

And that's my biggest blessing

Law 48

And that's greatest lesson

Flip a nigga quick

Call him a flapjack

Then take him school

Without a backpack

I don't clap back

But I do throw blows

Rather slap a nigga

So he can really know

Put my brain on flight

Call that an ego trip

Danced in ybor city

Then a nigga had to dip

Killed all the haters

But I didn't say rip

Never catch me lacking

I've always been equipped

From Miami but I be in the sip

A country boy

Talking that country shit

If I don't do nothing

Imma write another hit

Murda she wrote

Murda she wrote

Murda she wrote

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Murda she wrote

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