Murda Lyrics

It's the master plan, bag a gram, I'm at ya man

A rapper can, after plan, analyze, ask her and

Slap her hand, sexing, I'm in the mix, taking flicks

Her man see the pics, got my dick in her tits

Swallow, I shoot it back when she spit

A hallow, nozzle, smoke, create a scene

Leave, no traces, never cases without the faces

I got pussy super soak me, an oasis

The basis, panty lacing, from dome to laces

Secret, like the masons, I'm escaping

We back and forth debating, in the we physical, recreating

Burned bushes, a drug peddler pushes

Jezebel's ya choice, I say it's lousy

Quite foul b, can't knock it, ya won't allow me

De Niro Taxi driver, when I arrive-a

Somebody gots to die-a,

Murder scene for ya holler

A murder scene for my dollar, MURDA

Murda in the pussy, Murda in the pussy, Murda in the pussy… in the pussy

Murda, for a scene I cause the murda

New rap nigga, 401 never ever heard of

Peep the shit, a rap tip from my lip

Gun hostler on hip, teeth biting on nip

On the shoulder was a chip, on the block for a strip

Hundred grand understand we all began

Impoverished in the land, my man, it's just the jam

Uncle Sam gains the profit, Jesùs just allow it

We'll never ever solve it, can't stop it, we drop it

Back to ignance, figures come in cash and models

Guzzle liquor bottles

Fuck a fat bitch I'm desperate, wreck it

But check it, a drought make me sex it

Get-a little wreckless, so it's lifestyles protecting

So I won't have 'em pregnant

Fuck 'em, bust off, then I exit

I'm in that pussy so I MURDA, I'm in that pussy so I MURDA