Wednesday, August 25, 2021

Murda Mook Freestyles on Flex | Freestyle #015 by Murda Mook lyrics

Murda Mook Freestyles on Flex | Freestyle #015

Murda Mook

GENRE
Rap
[Verse 1]
Check, look, talk
I just went to church on Sunday
Then I had to put in work that Monday
See this kinda motto not for the runway
Doublin' my G, these niggas dread the gunplay
Oh, you talkin' 'bout money? It's outrageous
My nigga's mouth ragin' 'bout clout, shit I'm out in Vegas
I'm bettin' wild wages, rapin' the crap table
Johnny walk a bitch right out of black label
Back when I was a featherweight tryna pedal bass
Doctor lookin' for a fracture, need to catch a break
Had me out there in the streets like I never ate
If a nigga lookin' like food, he get a metal plate
Or get the fist if I don't blaze, he don't feel it for one year
Three hundred and sixty-five days
Doin' sixty-five, runnin' sixty-five plays
Sixty-five niggas say they live, sixty-five graves
[?] hundred and fifty days
Three hundred and fifty [?] keep tumblin' fifty ways
I can't even count this money, just gettin' crazed
It's coming so many ways, I'm mumblin', give me space
I turn a pretty date gray, fifty shades
Dominatrix with the white girl, whip a slave
If you ain't got the product, you ain't gettin' paid
That white girl gotta show first, nigga, Ricky Lake
Flex my [?], say "It's gon' be a licky day"
Three little piggies on who? Mickey, I'ma pick the day
If he actin' iffy, in a jiffy, let them triggies spray
If a nigga miss, okay, kill him from the ricochet
If he live in the city, we find out where them niggas stay
House party visit, wait niggas think I'm kiddin'
[?], nigga check my balance
I flip somethin', I'm always gon' land on my feet
I know some big hats, you thinkin' you try me
And get high blood pressure, you salty, it's IV
[?] rung, lotta candles sprung
Portraits and mantles hung, live on Channel One
I don't care where you from, shotty spit
Karate Kid, vine clip, goddamn, Daniel-san!
His head is smeared, knocked his noodle outta [?]
Marinara [?]
Better fear, anything you want, I bet I sell it here
Please nigga, trust, these keys gon' take you everywhere
I was only seventeen, thinkin' Medellin
Meek Mill to the fiends, I was sellin' dreams
On the project steps, movin' medicine
Every Martin Luther next to it like Coretta King
[Verse 2]
Huh, we still rockin'? Hold on
Listen, look
Lately I been gettin' mentioned by some no-names
Never had, I can't put an end on your reign
Cool, let 'em talk, mother fucker, do your thang
I bet I boogie on 'em down the line like Soul Train
My whole gang bring the drama to your doorstep
Can't take losses, the costs is get off-set
Three-piece suit in a box, lookin' all fresh
Next step, gotta get to revvin' like a Corvette, rmmmm
Learn my lesson, let nothing' slide
When it come to mine, nigga, I don't shuck and jive
That's what happened 'bout the last shit this sucka tried
The fuck you think happened? He fuckin' died
'Bout to make you niggas eat some humble pie
The powder and the cake, I'm the funnel guy
Lettin' bundles fly, if you want 'em, come on by
Once we let the money wash, then it tumble dry
Betty Crocker in every lock and
Jaw steady droppin', hit? I bet it's lockin'
I don't need no scale, it's very shockin'
That's right, I can eyeball white, I'm Fetty Wappin'
D.O.T., we ain't nothin' to fuck wit', hold
Come on Boom Boom, throw another jaunt on, it's Harlem
[Verse 3]
You know what it is
Whattup? Look, listen
Everybody got they two pennies in
Too many chiefs and not enough Indians
Once they find out the frenzy I put the city in
It's gon' be hard to swallow like a spoonful of cinnamon
You got it, my niggas come in to get it then
And we siezin' everything like we Dominican
I been on fire since my watch went to Switzerland
Niggas all tired, they should sign deals with Michelin
Moms concerned that somebody murdered me
My girl keep irkin' me 'bout a surgery
I said "Bitch, if I give you these racks for ass
And titties to match, if we don't last, you givin' 'em back"
I know that I'm petty, I can admit that
That don't change nothin', ho, I need my shit back
Young in jail ain't cool, where your sense at?
Rottin' in that paddy whack over nick knacks
They beggin' like give a dog a bone

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