Whole lotta sticks
Yeah
Whole lotta sticks look,look
Whole lotta sticks inna house
Come try sum
Ion think nun of ya want some gun smoke
Shoot a n#gg# up make him look like dancer
Who want smoke n#gg#
My body different
Hop in the cupe and we dipping
n#gg#s know how we living
n#gg#s shotin we shot back
Big booty b#tch in my bemmer
She ain’t wanna give head so we leave her
This b#tch is a treash get on ya nees
Shawty a freak under the covers
She’s dam wet she’s griping the sheetch
After i nut i told her to go
All my n#gg#s know how we get back
Ion gotta say to much
Look
We making a movie
Spit in his coffin
n#gg#s know how we get groovy
f#ck my opp’s they be on my dick they all mad cause we getting lit
I be on my grind i be getting paid these n#gg#s mad cause i f#cked they hoe i pulled and they tried to run like f#ck that i got aim yeah
I got shooters who shoot for nothing
n#gg#s try me we gonna take ya body
Ion f#ck about u f#ck n#gg#s
I’m strapped up with the mac in my pack its finna be a murda
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Vertnavada Lyrics – Murda