Представляем точный текст композиции "Murderra" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Z-Ro . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Murderra» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Z-Ro передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Z-Ro - "Murderra"
Lyrics to Murderra : (feat. Pimp C, Spice 1 & Vicious) [Pimp C:] Uh, the damn place made me crazy I dont care about nothing but my daddy my granny, my bitch and my babies Everything else, is expendable Find out that fake niggaz, aint dependable I dont owe, you niggaz shit bitch Home light weight but my style great, now my pockets is the shit Now its time, for expansion Bought a nice house for parole, now Im grind up building a mansion Im a rapper, and a game capper Blue and red like a snapper, got a thang for them pussy ass jackers That aint, no real hustle Get some white gold or work it, and getting some real muscle bitch If you want it, you can sho nuff get it Made me bust your watermelon, come on down fuck with it Everybody, aint no punk Im talking to you now boy, dont make me go and pop the trunk biatch [Hook:] Everyday, me keep it sucker free Me not fuck with nobody, so why do them fuck with me Dont test me temper, make me have to watch me cool Mack buyacka-buyacka, I didnt wanna act a fool But Im a murderer, murderer Im a murderer, murderer [Spice 1:] Its Mr. Bossilinie, rolling up busting with real riders Drop them b-b-bombs, like Im up in Al Qida Cause Im a murderer, put it on you haters for real Hit a nigga with the 4-5, get to dumping slugs all in his Caddy grill Smoke chronic for my glaucoma, yeah I said glaucoma I got a motherfucking glock, and I put niggaz in comas Hit corners on 24s, waving hi at your hoes With bald heads braids, perms and afros Im caked up like Duncan Hi, but Im not your average do boy I autograph a slug, and put you on the flo boy Its the Spiceberg Slim, Soprano Montana minds I done been through the flames, walked through the motherfucking fire They can never, put my flame out And if I wasnt high, Id pull your motherfucking brains out murderer [Hook] [Z-Ro:] Everyday I label my loot, leaving you ladies lonely I dont love pussy, I just love to murder these niggaz when they walk up on me Yall dont know me, some of yall rappers think yall know me This nigga right here dont give a fuck though, so I suggest you hoes step back What I got in my pants is called a, thats too big to fit in a holster gat Straight from where niggaz sell that mad crack, just ran him over crack It aint no love in Missouri City, my partna I know it look nice A 4-5 fuck around, hit a nigga youll get took twice Might get beat up and robbed, or you might get beat up and shot It all depend on what you riding in, and if it look like you got a lot or not I use to think Id have a future, playing basketball But lately all I been doing, is putting people in caskets yall Am I sorry hell naw, if I sent him he was already on his way When the grim reaper swing by, itll make you wish your ass was home today Fuck with me Ima hit up Spice, it aint a thang to tap the trigger twice Brrr-click brr-click, they sideways into the next life [Hook] [ Murderra Lyrics ]
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