"No Murk" lyrics
(Bad, my nigga)
(What you want to smoke, some zazas? I brought a 'bow out)
Y'ello
(The Lunch Crew Company)
Look
I got dog shit in my pants, man, I need to see a doctor
How you spend it?
I get money with the killers and the robbers, leave no witnesses
My bitches love me, if I got it, then she got it
Plastic surgery for my bitch, she want some titties, pick a doctor
Huh, I can see the vision
I don't got chicken pox, I'm off a Perc' if you see me itchin'
Do for my bitch, broke niggas only think it's trickin'
I drink so much lean, my mama said I ain't gon' see December
That's a harsh woman
Dirty Sprite sippin', got a nigga with a hard stomach
Made sixty G's in three minutes, kept the car runnin'
Thirty pounds of za in the trunk got the car funky
I can teach niggas to get rich like a art summit
How you love that?
You the type a nigga always ask where my hug at
If the bitch leave, you the type to want your hugs back
Starin' at my chain, you gon' be layin' where my gun at
Fact, fact, fact, fact, I'm a fact spitter
Bad bitches tell me I'm they favorite fat nigga
If we ain't got the same morals, I ain't tryna rap with you
I get jam, I go lay down, I ain't tryna rat with you
On God, nigga, this shit grease
Wanna make me happy, bitch, go and fuck Big Drice
5'7", but I'm fuckin' hoes at six feet
I know this bitch lyin', if she lyin' sayin' she miss me
She must be short on bills
I hit my young niggas with a bonus if they score on drills
Brodie got the bird flu, I hit him with a Cornish hen
Assalamu alaykum, cut her off 'cause she ordered pig
Bitch, we don't do swine
Ayy, cereal with no murk, I feel like 2Tymes
I got a party pack of powder, who wanna oot now?
California king, I started off on a futon
And you can catch me where the green at like a crouton
Bitch, you taxin' for that pussy, I need a coupon
Irritatin', bitch, you beg too much, you need a new job
Well-seasoned, bitch, I got flavor like a bouillon
That nigga Charleston White jealous of me 'cause I got two eyes
(What you want to smoke, some zazas? I brought a 'bow out)
Y'ello
(The Lunch Crew Company)
Look
I got dog shit in my pants, man, I need to see a doctor
How you spend it?
I get money with the killers and the robbers, leave no witnesses
My bitches love me, if I got it, then she got it
Plastic surgery for my bitch, she want some titties, pick a doctor
Huh, I can see the vision
I don't got chicken pox, I'm off a Perc' if you see me itchin'
Do for my bitch, broke niggas only think it's trickin'
I drink so much lean, my mama said I ain't gon' see December
That's a harsh woman
Dirty Sprite sippin', got a nigga with a hard stomach
Made sixty G's in three minutes, kept the car runnin'
Thirty pounds of za in the trunk got the car funky
I can teach niggas to get rich like a art summit
How you love that?
You the type a nigga always ask where my hug at
If the bitch leave, you the type to want your hugs back
Starin' at my chain, you gon' be layin' where my gun at
Fact, fact, fact, fact, I'm a fact spitter
Bad bitches tell me I'm they favorite fat nigga
If we ain't got the same morals, I ain't tryna rap with you
I get jam, I go lay down, I ain't tryna rat with you
On God, nigga, this shit grease
Wanna make me happy, bitch, go and fuck Big Drice
5'7", but I'm fuckin' hoes at six feet
I know this bitch lyin', if she lyin' sayin' she miss me
She must be short on bills
I hit my young niggas with a bonus if they score on drills
Brodie got the bird flu, I hit him with a Cornish hen
Assalamu alaykum, cut her off 'cause she ordered pig
Bitch, we don't do swine
Ayy, cereal with no murk, I feel like 2Tymes
I got a party pack of powder, who wanna oot now?
California king, I started off on a futon
And you can catch me where the green at like a crouton
Bitch, you taxin' for that pussy, I need a coupon
Irritatin', bitch, you beg too much, you need a new job
Well-seasoned, bitch, I got flavor like a bouillon
That nigga Charleston White jealous of me 'cause I got two eyes
