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MURDRR TALK Lyrics


Lancey Foux MURDRR TALK

[Intro]
It's death to them
And I mean no disrespect, you get me?—tch
f..ck you been talkin' about? Every f..cking week
(Fuck 'em up, Krash)
And I act like I don't want the hate but I do, you get me? (Fucking with myself, trust, f..cking dickhead)
Sharpen that knife ting you get me?
Real sharp, yeah-yeah, draw me out init, anyone?
f..ck it, draw me out, I don't care—tch
Dickhead, f..ckin' dickhead

[Chorus]
And I love my brothers but I hate these niggas (Chyeah)
If I was God, I would take these niggas
I'm lookin' around, who made these niggas?
Got the top cut, I'm 'bout to shave these niggas
Trust, nobody can save these niggas
Dry clean them, I'm 'bout to stain these niggas
All I left was the pic', I framed these niggas
World-famous, I still can't name these niggas

[Verse]
And I love my brothers but I hate these niggas (Chyeah)
I got blood in my hands like a sick head (Chyeah)
Runnin' 'round late night like a bishead
Who I sound like now? You dickheads
Who I sound like now? You dickheads
This rap shit just ain't for me, I wish that somebody war me
And I just can't be like Stormzy, it's too late, no one can save me
I just can't be AJ Tracey, on the stage, I'm covered in Paisley
On the stage, I'm covered in blood (Chyeah)
Anything I do, they callin' me Thug
Anything I do, they callin' me Carti
Just call me Giggs, I'm talkin' the hardest
Brand new stick, I'm walkin' the hardest
Brand new stick, I walk with the army (Chyeah, chyeah)
Got a brand new stick, I walk with the army
Got a brand new sti—, chyeah
I bet you didn't know I was ready for war
Bet you didn't know I was ready for war
Can't sleep unless I pour up a four
Everyone dead, how I settled the score (Chyeah)

[Chorus]
And I love my brothers but I hate these niggas
If I was God, I would take these niggas (Chyeah)
I'm lookin' around, who made these niggas? (Huh?)
Got the top cut, I'm 'bout to shave these niggas (Dickheads)
Trust, nobody can save these niggas (Hey)
Dry clean them, I'm 'bout to stain these niggas (Bitch)
All I left was the pic', I framed these niggas
World-famous, I still can't name these niggas (Chyeah)

[Outro]
No drugs, fam
That's what was slowin' me down, I was smokin' weed
Thinkin' I was cool with you niggas, fam, I'm not
I'm not, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not
I was smokin' weed and f..cking think-thinkin' everything was cool and I was cool and I liked it but I don't, I don't
I'm f..ckin' lying to myself, I don't
I'm on my ting, on my own
Dickhead


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