J-Hood Murda текст песни, слова песни Murda J-Hood
J-Hood - Murda
Flow nasty like a groom man with shit stains
In the club, drop eighty bars, had the streets
Had a body in a grand pens who's screaming deblock.
Had them in a hole, get away, dicky sux
Black paper while we were shitting on different rules
Who's paid, working, putting, dark crap
I'm just trying to get my fucking foot in.
Got complimented about escoe, saluted by a jiggle man
When I touched the stage with them nigga I was like 'damn'
I'm almost there; she finally started to pay off at the always years.
Success doesn't reveal itself if you're lazy,
Remember, I spit it first with Lebrone, had him going crazy and shit.
Nigga, that was them days when me and fie was on Sherman every other day coping hayes.
Memories, memories, sweet memories
Make a spell and take me back.
You never once here lived away, but you're the strongest woman I ever seen
I can't believe you're gone, it's like a bad dream.
All I can think of is the good times, know I grew even was the mother for a mental best friend
And wherever we go. So what you did, you never let nobody mistreat your kids
Every time somebody see me they say 'you look just like your mom'
And if you curse me out again, I give both of my arms.
Holidays ain't the same, I swear they don't feel right
Bonus spits at the spliff, knocking berry white all night.
If I was sick as a little kid, you keep me happy
There's no limit to the things you did, word.
I wish I could pay you back, exchange my life for yours,
Over one the time the doc cut my umbilical cord
Reminiscent the smell of breakfast in the kitchen or my room
And you watch the Seinfield with your son and even cartoons.
Memories, memories, sweet memories
Make a spell and take me back.
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