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lirik lagu murs - mo' ammo

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[verse 1: murs]
i’m in my b-ss pro camo, lookin’ like i’m rambo
military sack strapped with some roman candles
i’m ’bout to light it up like it’s independence day
i do it underground, that’s the independent way
i got a dinner date, i’m ten minutes late
with this chick that i met up on the internate
i mean the internet, i mean that f-cking app
i mean a meth head, i met her in the f-cking trap (huh?)
no, what the f-ck is that?
i met her at a show (oh)
i’m like jeezy, selling tickets like it’s f-cking snow
or like i’m yeezy, selling yeezys, i’ll be godd-mned
you gotta buy these vip tickets, understand?
i mean a stream is just a dream unless you’re front row
a million views, we lookin’ good, but no dough
i’m in the booth whippin’ merch like i’m in the kitchen
strange music going stupid, it’s your new addiction

[hook: murs]
we got guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
put your ear to the speaker, get you high
don’t this music feel like you can fly?
guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
put your ear to the speaker, get you high
don’t this music feel like you can fly?

[verse 2: rittz]
look, if you ain’t gave me my props yet, you late as f-ck
i like to think that i’m top five like jada does
speeding past these rappers like they traffic cops with radar guns
and counting so much money that my fingertips got papercuts
you play and talk to me, you sweet as lemonade or punch
caped crusader captain saved a sl-t, i met your lady once
we f-cked and now it turned into a weekly visit
got her hooked like i was deep sea fishing
and she mean business, she says she love to ride it all night
i really get head and she got suction like a dyson upright
i seen the sunlight, woke up and play some maxwell
she open wide and sat still
i f-cked her throat and filmed it, now that’s what i call a gag reel
again and again we win, while all you do is catch l’s
my father ain’t a farmer but his son became a cash cow
revolver’s on as f-ck if you a boxer or a black belt
should’ve packed, yeah
go back on my double time sh-t and i bet you i spazz out

[hook: murs]
we got guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
put your ear to the speaker, get you high
don’t this music feel like you can fly?
guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
put your ear to the speaker, get you high
don’t this music feel like you can fly?

[verse 3: tech n9ne]
growed with k!llas who rolled with milla’s
some soulless n-ggas who go get liquor then blow spliffs wit ya
popo suspicious we sold tricks fixes to hold big riches
these roguish wishes is so ridiculous
bogus b-tches you ho’s fict-tious and low wit glitches
the dough made you notice dibkis (i gotta stop)
flows is gifted i get throwed get twisted then bro gets wicked when i spit i’m bout to k!ll em and a soul is lifted (that n-gga hot)
my rap -ssignment give the industry an alignment rapper’s ain’t goin straight no mo’
image really need refinement let a n-gga help recreate yo flow, and i’m gon’ design it to make mo’ dough shake mo ho’s hey bro bro, this that n9ne sh-t! trippin! (why?)
cause i been drinkin like a camel, (yeah?)
tried to play me like a piano, (yeah?)
now i’m about to go rambo packin’ mo’ ammo n-gga!

[hook: murs]
we got guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
put your ear to the speaker, get you high
don’t this music feel like you can fly?
guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
put your ear to the speaker, get you high
don’t this music feel like you can fly?


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