Lyrics Murder fo' Hire - Psychopathic Rydas

Murder fo' Hire - Psychopathic Rydas
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Date of issue: 14.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English

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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