Murdock

[Intro]
(I will make your corpse dance)
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[Verse 1]
Ayy, these n***as fake, these n***as bogus, ha
It's too much weight up on these shoulders
Yeah, I fucked that bitch, she got a n***a, I ain't notice, uh
She ain't tell me shit, that's how I know that bitch was focused
They say, "Keep yo' friends close," I keep my Glocky as my closest
When I cock it, it's atrocious
When I pop it, it's ferocious
Uh, up a big MAC, then I snap like hypnosis, huh
How he servin' crack when he cut his shit with loaders?
Uh, huh (Ayy)

[Bridge]
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[Verse 2]
Ayy, no, you ain't got a tool, you ain't foolin' me, n***a
The stories you tell only true to these n***as
Could never be stupid as you and these n***as
I move on my own, my maneuver just quicker
Ayy, I hit a lick while I'm off of the liquor
Chopper shake shit, that bitch off of the Richter
Slam it like Blake Griffin off of the Clippers
Everybody gettin' one shot like a picture
Fuck it, ayy (Ayy)
.40 tuck it, ayy (Ayy)
Never bought shit for yo' bitch, I got a budget, ayy (Ayy)
Shawty see my stash, but she dyin' if she touch it, ayy (Brrt)
Do you see the dash? How I'm flyin' in this bucket
Ayy, skrrt off
I get high like Murdock
Me and foenem poppin' like a pill, let's have a Perc' off
Beretta knock a shirt off

[Outro]
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