Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Murder fo' Hire , by - Psychopathic Rydas. Release date: 14.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Murder fo' Hire , by - Psychopathic Rydas. Murder fo' Hire |
| Detroit, mother fucker |
| What, bitch? |
| It’s easy to have a mother fucker kill |
| Watch your back, fool |
| Look me up, bitch |
| We murderin' for money and we’ll mob on the scene (Come on) |
| It’s black trucks bustin' shots in pursuit of the green |
| It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT |
| It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT |
| We don’t accept checks, we only murder for cash |
| So put the money in my hand, we’ll put a round in that ass |
| It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT |
| It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT |
| What’s hanging out of your fist grip? |
| Cheddar? |
| So tell me playa, who is it that you need deaded |
| Cause I don’t give a fuck who he is or wher he stay |
| Or even his kid’s nams as long as I get paid |
| So how you want it? |
| Blood soaked or dry? |
| As soon as paper hits palm, somebody finna die |
| Fetty for murder just one way a Ryda live |
| Or I might take your skrilla and pop you bitch |
| Hide your bullet, cause I’m out of control and I move fast |
| I blow the baby outta stroller for the right amount of cash |
| Bullet hold your wife for you, leave the money in the bag |
| But then I dump on you from paranoia, you the type to brag |
| I keep it dirtay, and stab wounds don’t hurt me |
| Wind me up with chedda and then I bust, is how you work me |
| And fuck drama, I give a fuck less about her mama |
| While she crying at the funeral, we in the Bahamas |
| I need the money, bitch |
| We murderin' for money and we’ll mob on the scene |
| It’s black trucks bustin' shots in pursuit of the green |
| It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT |
| It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT |
| Come out yo' pockets hoe, I’ll get you anything you need |
| Murder for hire indeed, come with it |
| I’m a one-armed bandit with a sawed off that I keep on the low |
| It’s only used for my hitman dough |
| Just released to the streets, another mouth you gotta feed |
| Homicide, employs me, man, even Rydas gotta eat |
| Keep it simple, duffle sack packed with the green shit |
| I pitch you with the address, and watch the beef get dealt with |
| I’m fresh out the shop and sprayed with cans of paint |
| Doin' a buck twenty switching from lane to lane |
| That’s when I gotta hear the call somebody wanted to hear |
| Somebody with no cash was talkin' some cash shit |
| Now when they lay down they gon' stay down to quit |
| So I ain’t playin' I’ma dump high clips for mad chips |
| In the name of profit I exterminate for the game |
| I charge a hundred K a shot, and I got real bad aim |
| So get your money, man |
| We murderin' for money and we’ll mob on the scene |
| It’s black trucks bustin' shots in pursuit of the green |
| It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT |
| It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT |
| We don’t accept checks we only murder for cash (And for the Hatchet) |
| So put the money in my hand, we’ll put a round in that ass (Bang) |
| It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT |
| It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT |
| on my two-way, the number is listed |
| Just below cold blooded killer, no remorse for the victims |
| On call like a doctor I don’t need no fucking scalpel |
| My tool is a chopper, in this bitch I’ve made of shrapnel |
| I paint the block red up and down with your blood |
| And rummage through your pockets to clean out all your goods |
| No payment is needed, yo I do this shit for free |
| Your blood will be shed, satisfaction guaranteed, bitch |
| It’s for the money, pay up, spray up, more green to weigh ya |
| My name’s Converse, stay up, load the K up |
| Bust nine’s, ring your bell like wind chimes |
| Bought a brand new Benz truck with only quarters and dimes |
| So when we call for a murder, the super soaker inserter |
| Tell your mama get my money or I’m gonna have to squirt her |
| Bitch I’m not playin' cut you like I’m DJin' |
| Converse will kill them all for the right price payin' |
| We murderin' for money and we' mob on the scene |
| It’s black trucks bustin' shots in pursuit of the green |
| It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT |
| It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT |
| We don’t accept checks we only murder for cash |
| So put the money in my hand, we’ll put a round in that ass |
| It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT |
| It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT |
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