Chamillionaire - Murder They Wrote lyrics

rate me

Yuh

At's right

Hey

Run It

Fly boy eighty fo's for my landing gear

Run ray lights on my neck wrist hand and gear

Hiding like a chandler you can park the camera here

Alert TMZ because the man is here

Hey, I'm so photogenic, grouchy paparazzi

I'm looking like money you try'na get it watch me

Just got my partner's lincese and a flight ride

Only difference is I don't drive I skydive

Haters try'na pull my parachute but I'm in the wind

I'm in sumthin' jet blue, no top, butter skin

I'm hotter than a furnace and I just left...

Y'all talking wood wheel but a nigga really turn, hey

First class dealer, y'all niggas coach

Y'all get slices, I get locs

My high club, elite access

I'm a G-four jet y'all niggas soft wet (YEAH!)

Let's stalk money cause I'm bout that

Man Killa you broke, yeah I so doubt that

I know you haters would like to see a nigga off note

But I am not a singer if that's what'cha hope

I'm three times crazy like the boy out the oak

Man I'm the shit, (I'm the shit) y'all shit don't floak (hey)

Bitch ass niggas keep dropping that stoak

While I'm walk in this roof and keep dropping that doe

I'm getting green like Scope, bitches garg em I...

And I ain't even gotta ask if they swallow don't spit

Y'all sorta like my hoes y'all niggas don't spit

I hear you niggas records 'tween talking bout shit (YEAH!)

Psycho-path whip, suicide on the damn doors

Gucci backpack I ain't never riding Jansport

Green paper stacks from the ceiling to the damn floor

Dollar signs money M.O.E. is what I stand for

Slab cars out for the hell of it when get boy

Black Chevy, black Dodge, black Lac, black Porsche

Black seats, black floors, black skin, black Porsche

Freak bitches tell me is my pants is a black horse

Vote for Barack, shit we all made a black choice

Neck already platinum what the fuck I need it black for?

Black diamonds in the wrist, where it's time to add more

Black hoes, black horse, white bricks, black source

Black Jordans, ice grill, rose gold, yella boy

Drankin' on that medication syrup got skella toy

Legendary with the blue pill call me Eddie George

Run it like a running-back, projects door-to-door

We say forty-fo' y'all say forty-four

Dirty south, different slang, different kane, better drugs

Bigger bucks, sniffin' mugs, swedda blood, woulda cause

Y'all make it rain and drizzle, we make it rain and flood

Boys say they hustlin' but lying like welcome rugs

Duece car on who's car I ride in like Kobe, brah

Underneath my seat is high heat stay packing slugs

Just in case they try to jack it like Denim-ians

I'm so sick I need more than extengerances

Asthma attack tracks like Kanye, no hesitance

Y'all niggas jockerilate swag that's irevalent

Get so much brain I am feeled with intelligence

... jean pockets deep full of jellyton

Name ten rappers I ain't better than

Y'all niggas suck that's evident, payed like...

And "fuck Lil Ray? " no thanks I'm celebate

Product kicks on my car pederlences

In the streets so much my popularity is like the president

They don't wanna see a nigga levitate, cause they hoes

Playa haters with disease call jealousy

Never Misdemeanor I'm felony

Cut Beyonce and made a scene in that foss sele-melody

Boss Hogg run the streets heavily

Young nigga stay with old money I got gawp from the seventies

Pull up in that chopper on them Elliot's I call the rims Missy Elliot because the lips on them are really thick

Candy red paint looking cherry-ish

Styrofoam cup full of purple but no alcoholic beverages

It's Lil Ray Ya Bitch!