YOUNG CHRIS - Murder to Excellence lyrics
rate meFresh in the way and fresh this boukan a
Oceans view tended, whores over the mention
Fuck these whores never put ‘em over the bro’s
Fresh new loud let’s put it over the sand
Fresh in the way, that’s fresh as bukana
Ocean view tend it,
Fuck these whores never put ‘em over the bro’s
Fresh new loud let’s put it over the sand
Fresh in the way and fresh this boukan a
Oceans view tended, whores over the mention
Fuck these whores never put ‘em over the bro’s
Fresh new loud let’s put it over the sand
New fool fever, I put it under my clothes
She’s ready to me and not be cooking
She put it under her nose
Let it too big and put it under the shirt
We gonna need six homies to put it under the dirt
Deep, deeper in order that will offer…
Ain’t just hitters, they run out of the bottles
They young ready to humble no gun ready to rumble
We coming nigga you scare, fuck it ready to crumble
I’m all for my body, got all for your message
It’s all about guns and roses, we fly over the caskey
Walking on for you niggas, disrespect me you bitches
That’s slow let’s see how doubt this and crack it
I will never left it, youngers will never catch him
Springer a lil soda, streach it you gotta stretch like your ass baby
Young classes baby
They don’t cover the face, let’s put it on the
I know we’re on the loda
They came found us
Bad walling and I wanna say in the same time this
Brand drama if your man ain’t complex
Seven get a nigga all six black marble
Mama in a pay room, preat out like way save
When you get money niggas pray on your court case
Pray on your down fall
Ten downs down fall
How the fucking, fucking stay around
Louise staying hook, bug in overtime and
Rolling now automatic stand in piece
Shortly see a down piece, she should go and make up
Almost got a nigga how got training trake up
Put a trake up, roll and stake up
Hey bitch I’m could, come on for my make up
Afraid on this streets stop me
Stop for my pain now
Never invest baby, never the last as more
Do it like they never done it before
When is war, baby that track
Hold that honey and more
Fight baby, we gonna fight back nigga the tips is thick
Got all you need and get back
Automatic rap, and the sound like…
Tell that nigga we stepping and shut
Just before she fell off the roof,
For my shoulder, and having stacks and should I dig off the truth?
Dear Lord take ‘em fuck and fill it like hell
I just smelling the hate
Fucking feeling myself
Is going death for ride
How’s next to die? never take it back
