pov

  • 專輯:Positions
  • 發行:2020-10-30
  • 演唱:Ariana Grande
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Tah Murdah 2001 Murda I.N.C. motherfucker
Mr. Fingaz got beats
Uhhahhhhh.. gangsta, gangsta
Uhh, uhh - gangsta, gangsta
MURDA! MURDA! - gangsta, gangsta
Fuck y'all niggaz talkin about? - gangsta, gangsta
Uhh, uhh - gangsta, gangsta
Uhh, uhh, uhh (Yeah) This is how we do - gangsta, gangsta
(Yeah, 2001) - gangsta, gangsta
2001 nigga, check this shit - gangsta, gangsta
Now everybody just BOUNCE! BOUNCE!
My Pov City hustlers, BOUNCE!
All my hood slimies, and Prada mamis
See how we fall off in the club, its nuttin but love
Plenty bottles of skimy twisted and stick bud
And it fifty-fifty love, all across the board dog
Gully respect Gully never floss for broads
or, get out of my character when she back it up
And after somethin good performs, I'll have you get up on it
Ma, I'll give it how you want it, make you a new lady
Coke'll open her crazy, now all day she two way me
Type of shit like "ohh baby", everything you do is gravy
And models I'm hittin lately, so all you can do is hate me
Stare me down and screw face me, hype ya man up to lace me
C'mon, all y'all buttersoft, sweeter then tasties
My hands grip two hammers, double action
Prime time, nigga minus the actin
NOW GET YA MUTHAFUCKIN HANDS UP! High, touch the sky
And if you holdin weight, nigga get it up
Mamis in the club lookin right; oh you ain't spendin the night?
Give her the pin number, mami hit me up
We can SkyTel tag until I get you in the back of the Jag
After we burn a bag, I'ma hit the guts
Oh you a baller? Then ball to this
My pimps, gangstas, and dogs I ain't mad at you player, play on
Now hear me holla out GANGSTA, GANGSTA
PAPER CHASER - I love the cake
And petit mamis with the coke bottle shape
So keep shakin that money maker, ma-ma I can't hate ya
Its a cold world, ol' girl - so take advice from a pimp
What I'm spittin is venomus ism listen
When the chrome rims glistenin, on the 'llac truck
Traffic get backed up - we in this, cloud of smoke from spinach
Niggaz ain't big enough to go some rounds or minutes
I'm heavyweight, and I ain't speakin bought pounds in fitness
Use to spit off for sport but now its business
When you see me holla like you know me and I ain't scared homie
Picked up the mic, and put down the gats and yo
Now I rap and blow, with a fire acid flow
You know, and dog I ain't gotta repeat it
Right in front of ya eyes, ya see it, the best kept secret
NOW GET YA MUTHAFUCKIN HANDS UP! High, touch the sky
And if you holdin weight, nigga get it up
Mamis in the club lookin right; oh you ain't spendin the night?
Give her the pin number, mami hit me up
We can SkyTel tag until I get you in the back of the Jag
After we burn a bag, I'ma hit the guts
Oh you a baller? Then ball to this
My pimps, gangstas, and dogs I ain't mad at you player, play on
Now everybody just (ride..)
If you sittin on dubs, in that big body rollin a bud
Then get (high..) uhh, get it crunk
(Murda.. gangster love)
Now you know its only right and necessary
that I smash Freddy, after spittin heavy - bars
Methaphors god, my shit is deadly
Swift and better believe I'm focused now
Feed you to the vultures, murderous poster child
Click, clak, BLAOW! The pound sure to drop
Then catch me full of that hall or, blowin on them poppers
But love, livin and, love them, thug, women
who will hustle and grind when its hard times
Playa, we came in this game with no gimmicks
You're finished, diminshed ya frame get holes in it
Straight business and No Limits , like Master P
So if you bout that, scrilla my nilla then stack them cheese
And twist up, burn the vanilla dutch, we live it up
No bread, dick and Big Red we givin sluts
I'm just a villian, willin to kill for that pot of gold
You gotta know, its all for the dough
NOW GET YA MUTHAFUCKIN HANDS UP! High, touch the sky
And if you holdin weight, nigga get it up
Mamis in the club lookin right; oh you ain't spendin the night?
Give her the pin number, mami hit me up
We can SkyTel tag until I get you in the back of the Jag
After we burn a bag, I'ma hit the guts
Oh you a baller? Then ball to this
My pimps, gangstas, and dogs I ain't mad at you player, play on
Yeah, its a playa event nigga
All my players ya heard me
Pov City nigga, yeah, uhh
Heart of the grungy, cheddar boys, mercy
Yeah, it's goin down nigga
2001, murda, murda
Uh, uh, gangsta, gangsta..
C-LIFE!!!


      • 專輯:Positions
      • 發行:2020-10-30
      • 演唱:Ariana Grande
      字型
      作詞: 作曲:

      Hello, "Tah Murdah" has a message for
      To accept the message, press one
      To cancel the message
      Tah Murdah 2001 Murda I.N.C. motherfucker
      Mr. Fingaz got beats
      Uhhahhhhh.. gangsta, gangsta
      Uhh, uhh - gangsta, gangsta
      MURDA! MURDA! - gangsta, gangsta
      Fuck y'all niggaz talkin about? - gangsta, gangsta
      Uhh, uhh - gangsta, gangsta
      Uhh, uhh, uhh (Yeah) This is how we do - gangsta, gangsta
      (Yeah, 2001) - gangsta, gangsta
      2001 nigga, check this shit - gangsta, gangsta
      Now everybody just BOUNCE! BOUNCE!
      My Pov City hustlers, BOUNCE!
      All my hood slimies, and Prada mamis
      See how we fall off in the club, its nuttin but love
      Plenty bottles of skimy twisted and stick bud
      And it fifty-fifty love, all across the board dog
      Gully respect Gully never floss for broads
      or, get out of my character when she back it up
      And after somethin good performs, I'll have you get up on it
      Ma, I'll give it how you want it, make you a new lady
      Coke'll open her crazy, now all day she two way me
      Type of shit like "ohh baby", everything you do is gravy
      And models I'm hittin lately, so all you can do is hate me
      Stare me down and screw face me, hype ya man up to lace me
      C'mon, all y'all buttersoft, sweeter then tasties
      My hands grip two hammers, double action
      Prime time, nigga minus the actin
      NOW GET YA MUTHAFUCKIN HANDS UP! High, touch the sky
      And if you holdin weight, nigga get it up
      Mamis in the club lookin right; oh you ain't spendin the night?
      Give her the pin number, mami hit me up
      We can SkyTel tag until I get you in the back of the Jag
      After we burn a bag, I'ma hit the guts
      Oh you a baller? Then ball to this
      My pimps, gangstas, and dogs I ain't mad at you player, play on
      Now hear me holla out GANGSTA, GANGSTA
      PAPER CHASER - I love the cake
      And petit mamis with the coke bottle shape
      So keep shakin that money maker, ma-ma I can't hate ya
      Its a cold world, ol' girl - so take advice from a pimp
      What I'm spittin is venomus ism listen
      When the chrome rims glistenin, on the 'llac truck
      Traffic get backed up - we in this, cloud of smoke from spinach
      Niggaz ain't big enough to go some rounds or minutes
      I'm heavyweight, and I ain't speakin bought pounds in fitness
      Use to spit off for sport but now its business
      When you see me holla like you know me and I ain't scared homie
      Picked up the mic, and put down the gats and yo
      Now I rap and blow, with a fire acid flow
      You know, and dog I ain't gotta repeat it
      Right in front of ya eyes, ya see it, the best kept secret
      NOW GET YA MUTHAFUCKIN HANDS UP! High, touch the sky
      And if you holdin weight, nigga get it up
      Mamis in the club lookin right; oh you ain't spendin the night?
      Give her the pin number, mami hit me up
      We can SkyTel tag until I get you in the back of the Jag
      After we burn a bag, I'ma hit the guts
      Oh you a baller? Then ball to this
      My pimps, gangstas, and dogs I ain't mad at you player, play on
      Now everybody just (ride..)
      If you sittin on dubs, in that big body rollin a bud
      Then get (high..) uhh, get it crunk
      (Murda.. gangster love)
      Now you know its only right and necessary
      that I smash Freddy, after spittin heavy - bars
      Methaphors god, my shit is deadly
      Swift and better believe I'm focused now
      Feed you to the vultures, murderous poster child
      Click, clak, BLAOW! The pound sure to drop
      Then catch me full of that hall or, blowin on them poppers
      But love, livin and, love them, thug, women
      who will hustle and grind when its hard times
      Playa, we came in this game with no gimmicks
      You're finished, diminshed ya frame get holes in it
      Straight business and No Limits , like Master P
      So if you bout that, scrilla my nilla then stack them cheese
      And twist up, burn the vanilla dutch, we live it up
      No bread, dick and Big Red we givin sluts
      I'm just a villian, willin to kill for that pot of gold
      You gotta know, its all for the dough
      NOW GET YA MUTHAFUCKIN HANDS UP! High, touch the sky
      And if you holdin weight, nigga get it up
      Mamis in the club lookin right; oh you ain't spendin the night?
      Give her the pin number, mami hit me up
      We can SkyTel tag until I get you in the back of the Jag
      After we burn a bag, I'ma hit the guts
      Oh you a baller? Then ball to this
      My pimps, gangstas, and dogs I ain't mad at you player, play on
      Yeah, its a playa event nigga
      All my players ya heard me
      Pov City nigga, yeah, uhh
      Heart of the grungy, cheddar boys, mercy
      Yeah, it's goin down nigga
      2001, murda, murda
      Uh, uh, gangsta, gangsta..
      C-LIFE!!!

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