Murda Mook World's Greatest текст песни, слова песни World's Greatest Murda Mook
Murda Mook - World's Greatest
Make you throw your bife up
Make you rep your hood
Now scream!
Ooh wooh wooh wooh wooh wooh
I think I'm getting why these mother fuckers hate me
Cause I've been putting pressure on everything lately
And I'm here pressure buss pipes kind of easy
Without being said I apologize to BP
But to the rest of y'all it's no courtesy
I'm not admissible, none of y'all burden me
Next generation at a double R lights up
I'm the next nigga that's gon make 'em throw thir bikes up
I literally have millions watching me
On stakes turn dudes to a mockery
Yet they copy me with no care
These niggas is chickens in beefs, talkin' like they go ahead
You confusing me lover
I got swiss feelin' like dray when you make deep cover
I'm the next double R meal ticket
Make like a deck of cards, nigga deal with it
It's the world's greatest
Make you throw your bife up
Make you rep your hood
Now scream!
Ooh wooh wooh wooh wooh wooh
My flow dope like the methadone clinic
Pull on a santa, we don't see a dawn in it
Glove box you might see the Coron in it
Underneath the fire arm, am I wrong with it
I drop the roof to be captured by the sun
Relate my bars and read master day one
Nigga's want no way to fuck dragga
I'm on Twitter hittin' everybody back
Drag to the dash I am back shit
I still got the same crime I first came with
If I had to do it all again, I wouldn't change a shit
Now I'm a shine with the rain get thick nigga
It's the world's greatest
Make you throw your bife up
Make you rep your hood
Now scream!
Ooh wooh wooh wooh wooh wooh
Hello all the pretty girls go around the ouside
Porsche or Range Rover meet me in the ride
Windows on jet black you ain't gotta hide
Donny, raised over moan, Bobby battlin'
This my throne, cranberry silver patron they love me
Act back like an 15 face clean
Nice blue jeans sitting on the Louies
I used to run base on me I don't mean I'm zooey
I'm all away from Doctor J's and conways
I still like good rap, some Beyonces
Pop off you ain't' never seen AK's
Top down, Eddie Lavert and the old J's roll
Donnie killin' that UFO
It took a little while but down it gonna blow
Hey seem cheap. No, Donnie won the gold
Might as well call me butter cause now they on the road
It's the world's greatest
Make you throw your bife up
Make you rep your hood
Now scream!
Ooh wooh wooh wooh wooh wooh
Ayo, personally I think I'm underrated if nothing else
Axel 'round here, tell UJ to do something else
Mother fuck who they know
It's the kid with the diesel bars and pool they flow
It's a couple dudes I ain't get rid of yet
But ain't no rush, niggas is buck like the back of the cigarette
Holla when it's time for the blood to get spilt
I only negotiate for thugs to get killed
Hustler, artist, CEO
On the low, blowin' strawberry key weeks though
Sling canes 'til they cut off my hands
Other than that, I'm a spit pain 'til they cut off my glands
Got work all over these throws
Get money all over the globe
In the range all over the road
Trip, the whips is lavish
Double R mob, kisses
It's the world's greatest
Make you throw your bife up
Make you rep your hood
Now scream!
Ooh wooh wooh wooh wooh wooh
You know me, tryna kiss a Nina with your bitch
Or she could call time it's runnin' tree on your bitch
Shoot him in the mouth, that's how he ain't gonna snitch
Fuck him with three bad niggas balls
So many girls for the T Bag niggas
She's wavy, we crazy
AB HD, know where the way be
On the scale with the guns off safety
Eyes hazy, only mention Mercedes
Surrounded by killas, OG strapped babies
Loadin' up the 9, don't stay a dime
Two blunts in the Watson, 7-49
Red wine avocado, salad with the nums
Cilantro, head hancho fuckin' the poncho
Way out of Mexico
Ten for the bird and let shoe place the decimal
Turn your ass vegetable
It's the world's greatest
Make you throw your bife up
Make you rep your hood
Now scream!
Ooh wooh wooh wooh wooh wooh
You the next nigga, I'm the ex nigga
Name still ringing bells so fuck the rest nigga
I do this shit for real
Y'all niggas is acting, I'm old school like Andre the giant and Bob Backlund
Cats ain't never been able to ever
Fuck with the dawg, whatever the weather
I come through, niggas bow down like Muslims praying
I'm just tryna understand what these fools are saying
Don't make me, somebody better take me outta here
This is what it came down to, fuck outta here
Cats gotta fear, a nigga like me
I come through in beast mode from New York to AZ
Bitch you fucking crazy, thinking Dog ain't got it
Dog gon hit it, as soon as y'all slide
I'm a scratch to the death, 'til there's half of 'em left
I'm a last of 'em left, 'til the last of my breath
It's the world's greatest
Make you throw your bife up
Make you rep your hood
Now scream!
Ooh wooh wooh wooh wooh wooh
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