Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Murda , by - Lil Wayne. Song from the album FWA, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 02.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Young Money
Song language: English
Murda |
| First degree murda |
| Beg dem nuh push it further |
| This a nuh beef weh make burga |
| The youths dem strapped with dem burner |
| Real niggas say soo woo and such and such kill such and such |
| The street talking, bullshit walks on crutches but it’s strut to strut |
| Niggas panic button pressing the end is coming |
| Count your blessings |
| We living in the day and time where the ten commandments are now suggestions |
| How depressing, how invested click clack, pow intestines |
| Bad bitches in flower dresses with tight pussies |
| I found the crevice |
| AK bullets move mountains |
| Break them bitches down to pebbles |
| That tough talk is like music to my ears so keep it a capella |
| Based on a true story we not worry you too worried |
| I faced my fears and told them motherfuckers y’all too gorgeous |
| Dread head from New Orleans |
| Where the youth dem got two choices |
| Shoot or get shot or a nigga choose for you |
| We murdered them |
| First degree murda |
| Beg dem nuh push it further |
| This a nuh beef weh make burga |
| The youths dem strapped with dem burner |
| First degree murda |
| Beg dem nuh push it further |
| This a nuh beef weh make burga |
| The youths dem strapped with dem burner |
| Yo, Tune point and I’m dusting niggas |
| I ain’t talking lacing no marijuana |
| Soon as I hatch I reign like a quail |
| And I don’t give 2 fucks I ain’t a koala |
| My uncle gangsta but I make him nervous |
| All he see in my face is murda |
| Waste a burna is my waste a furnace |
| I’m pacing turners your face the thermos |
| First birthday wish was getting picked up |
| Shoot a nigga wake up on the wake up |
| Lay down and a model bitch ache up |
| Then I put pearls in a bitch like Jacob |
| Play tough taped off of this day pub |
| Race off like some motherfucking make up |
| Take off looking for something to take up |
| Want the paper? |
| Or you want in the paper? |
| Not horoscopes but in the horror scope |
| Pray to God you see tomorrow, nope |
| They gave my nigga 30 for a jar of dope |
| But do a nigga dirty with a bar of soap |
| Blowing so much you sneezing dick |
| Believe in me I don’t believe in shit |
| Y’all pinching pennies? |
| I’m squeezing drip |
| It’s Young Money till I’m in the freezer stiff |
| Bitch |
| First degree murda |
| Beg dem nuh push it further |
| This a nuh beef weh make burga |
| The youths dem strapped with dem burner |
| First degree murda |
| Beg dem nuh push it further |
| This a nuh beef weh make burga |
| The youths dem strapped with dem burner |
| It’s all about the money nigga fuck the fame |
| Where we come from shots ring nigga broad day |
| Lil woadie said he had the chance he do the shit again |
| Pop the pills for the pain but still won’t feel a thing |
| It’s deeper than this rapper man the back soaking gang |
| Cartier frames got them looking at me strange |
| Why pre mostly heard in the rally same? |
| Lowkey can still get a brick off my name |
| Now I’mma tell you this here for my youngin and them |
| The same ones I help the corners with do numbers with |
| If there ever was a problem watch them pull up quick |
| Caught an L sticking to the script you know I switched |
| We now switch |
| First degree murda |
| Beg dem nuh push it further |
| This a nuh beef weh make burga |
| The youths dem strapped with dem burner |
| First degree murda |
| Beg dem nuh push it further |
| This a nuh beef weh make burga |
| The youths dem strapped with dem burner |