"Murakami" lyrics
Drear & Kiraw Lyrics
Ayy, yuh, ayy
I'ma boss of Murakami, she off the molly walkin' like a zombie
She off the molly, said she wanna tell me
We got so much fuckin' money, we got so much
My club could play you in a coma, we ain't sippin' coffee
G-g-got a model in my life, she gave me sloppy toppy
I got no fuckin' problems, I got me messed up rocky
I'm pulled up to her, kiss her all around like Harley
Sometimes dancing on my wrist, it's a block party
Off the wrist, I'm movin' slow-mo
I got a feeling that I'm pushin' [?] on the loco
She's small and fuzzy, she want promo
They see us out in public, now they wanna take a photo
Off the wrist, I'm movin' dirty
I got a life as a kid, I was playing Call of Duty
We got lots of ammunition
Tell me what you keep on making music no one listens
I'ma boss of Murakami, she off the molly walkin' like a zombie
She off the molly, said she wanna tell me
We got so much fuckin' money, we got so much
My club could play you in a coma, we ain't sippin' coffee
Chains, it's so heavy, pussy, I got plenty
Roll up on my Merlot boy, I hope you fuckin' diss me
We will put him in that coffin
Pussy starting barking
Came from the mud, I remember they were laughing
Yeah, my heart, it's so hollow, no bitches that I follow
Walk in this bitch like I hit the lotto
Flippin' all over my body, we make a lot of money
Try me pussy, yeah, I always got that on me
I'ma boss of Murakami, she off the molly walkin' like a zombie
She off the molly, said she wanna tell me
We got so much fuckin' money, we got so much
My club could play you in a coma, we ain't sippin' coffee
G-g-got a model in my life, she gave me sloppy toppy
I got no fuckin' problems, I got me messed up rocky
I'm pulled up to her, kiss her all around like Harley
Sometimes dancing on my wrist, it's a block party
Off the wrist, I'm movin' slow-mo
I got a feeling that I'm pushin' [?] on the loco
She's small and fuzzy, she want promo
They see us out in public, now they wanna take a photo
Off the wrist, I'm movin' dirty
I got a life as a kid, I was playing Call of Duty
We got lots of ammunition
Tell me what you keep on making music no one listens
I'ma boss of Murakami, she off the molly walkin' like a zombie
She off the molly, said she wanna tell me
We got so much fuckin' money, we got so much
My club could play you in a coma, we ain't sippin' coffee
Chains, it's so heavy, pussy, I got plenty
Roll up on my Merlot boy, I hope you fuckin' diss me
We will put him in that coffin
Pussy starting barking
Came from the mud, I remember they were laughing
Yeah, my heart, it's so hollow, no bitches that I follow
Walk in this bitch like I hit the lotto
Flippin' all over my body, we make a lot of money
Try me pussy, yeah, I always got that on me
