lirik lagu nwm cee murdaa - slapperz & clapperz
[intro: nwm cee murdaa]
([?] music)
murdaa!
what? (frrt, frrt)
frrt (walk down), ayy, ayy, ayy
(f~ck all these n~ggas, f~ck all the goofies)
ayy
(gang, gang)
ayy
[chorus: nwm cee murdaa]
if it ain’t slappin’, you don’t even need a phone
if her ass ain’t clappin’, then why should i take her home?
i swear these n~ggas h~lla’ tender, see ’em fallin’ off the bone
put up racks for the winter, now it’s summer, b~tches on
n~ggas say they havin’ drip, well, cheap n~gga, put it on
(put that sh~t on, put that sh~t on) well, n~gga, put it on
my n~gga just came home from the feds and i put him on
gave him five p’s, you don’t owe me, n~gga, get it gone
[verse 1: nwm cee murdaa]
don’t shake it like you do on your story, b~tch, is that a clone
i wanna hеar it clap~clap~clappin’ all day long
had one down, b~tch, don’t love her, i don’t liе to hoes
miss my other b~tch, so i had to say goodbye to hoes
(brrt~brrt~brrt~brrt~brrrrt) that’s the brick phone
(brrt~brrt~brrt~brrt~brrrrt) that’s the zip phone
(frrt~frrt~frrt~frrt~grrah) i let the switch blow
treat the goofies like weed, we got highs and got lows
let me know what to deliver, say you need a whole load
i don’t trust a n~gga, i’ll let you in, no, you can’t get the code
i don’t trust hoes, even my b~tch ain’t even got the code
give a b~tch fifty pillows, make her ass hit the road
b~tches be more solid than these n~ggas
if a n~gga run up on me, man, i’m quick to pull the trigger
bullets hot, you don’t get shot, then yo’ ass gon’ leave wit’ blisters
but i barely graze n~ggas, always hit n~ggas
[chorus: nwm cee murdaa]
if it ain’t slappin’, you don’t even need a phone
if her ass ain’t clappin’, then why should i take her home?
i swear these n~ggas h~lla’ tender, see ’em fallin’ off the bone
put up racks for the winter, now it’s summer, b~tches on
n~ggas say they havin’ drip, well, cheap n~gga, put it on
(put that sh~t on, put that sh~t on) well, n~gga, put it on
my n~gga just came home from the feds and i put him on
gave him five p’s, you don’t owe me, n~gga, get it gone
[verse 2: myaap]
she gon’ shake that dummy ass, make that booty jiggle
she gon’ drop it ’till it split, make that booty wiggle
gotta’ stay focused, keep my head on a swivel
he say he love the way i smirk, and the way i giggle
bum~ass n~gga, who is you?
brodie got that dog on him like scooby~doo
n~gga beat down my line, that’s what the coochie do
b~tches always in my business, but they p~ssy loose
yeah, b~tches be junkies, why you sippin’ on that juice?
i’m the real myaap, all you other b~tches dupes’
really ’bout my paper, ’bout my chicken, and my loot
you would think i was crip the way i rock all this blue
i’m really in my bag and these b~tches mad
she gon’ throw it back, she gon’ make it clap
if i’m on the beat, you know that sh~t slaps
fat cat, throw it back, sit it on his lap, baow
[chorus: nwm cee murdaa]
if it ain’t slappin’, you don’t even need a phone
if her ass ain’t clappin’, then why should i take her home?
i swear these n~ggas h~lla’ tender, see ’em fallin’ off the bone
put up racks for the winter, now it’s summer, b~tches on
n~ggas say they havin’ drip, well, cheap n~gga, put it on
(put that sh~t on, put that sh~t on) well, n~gga, put it on
my n~gga just came home from the feds and i put him on
gave him five p’s, you don’t owe me, n~gga, get it gone
[outro: nwm cee murdaa]
mm, get ’em gone
uh, mm, uh, uh, uh, n~gga, get ’em gone
ayy, ayy, n~gga, get it gone
if she ain’t shake it, n~gga, then why then would i take her home?
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