Grymey - Murdah She Wrote Lyrics

Listen, I be on my grind trying to Double my doe
For that king James money we’ll Murder your coach
It’s mr. leave a nigga hanging them Cut off his rope
If you fucking up the work you better Cut it with soap
Yeah I know that’s dirty but at least You know that it’s clean
I got a styrofoam cup full of that Shoulder lean
How you sitting on money bout as Old as me
But still bagging up the work like Groceries
Real recognize real and you don’t Recognize yourself
At any time catch me dealing with The hand that I was dealt
Pass it of like hot potatoes or your Hands will probably melt
Nigga grymey hitting hard so keep Your hands to yourself
I got your bitch giving brain and I Can tell you what she thinking
Money on my mind so you know I’m Thinking Franklin
My eyes on the prize my nigga I ain’t Even blinking
Retarded ass niggas they be thinking Like they drinking
Snapback, fresh jay’s like murder she Wrotr
Put the killer in the Dutch and that’s Murder she wrote
Still hustling though, got bud if you Smoke
Nigga this is that fire that be burning My throat
And that’s murder she wrote, yeah, Murder she wrote
And that’s murder she wrote, yeah, Murder she wrote
Now that’s murder she wrote, yeah, Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote now that’s murder She wrote
Ok now maybe you clean but Lil Grymey fresher
Baby I’m hot but I’m cool under Pressure
In the land where if you sneeze you Better hope god bless ya
Running with them D’S you better Hope god bless ya
I’m ludacris, move bitch or you’ll be Road kill
Stupid shit molly bitch and bout 4 Pills
You know the deal give me bread or There's no deal
Most these niggas in the game they Git no skills
Jungle fever with this marshmallow Thick chick
Cocaine white skin will make your Teeth clench
She right here under my arm like Speed stick
I told shorty ride this wave or you’ll Be sea sick
Ain’t crazy I can make a whole tree Flip
Break it down and make money off The leaves bitch
We been in this the cops the only Reason we dipped
You know that chips the only reason We dip

Listen, I be on my grind trying to Double my doe
For that king James money we’ll Murder your coach
It’s mr. leave a nigga hanging them Cut off his rope
If you fucking up the work you better Cut it with soap
Yeah I know that’s dirty but at least You know that it’s clean
I got a styrofoam cup full of that Shoulder lean
How you sitting on money bout as Old as me
But still bagging up the work like Groceries
Real recognize real and you don’t Recognize yourself
At any time catch me dealing with The hand that I was dealt
Pass it of like hot potatoes or your Hands will probably melt
Nigga grymey hitting hard so keep Your hands to yourself
I got your bitch giving brain and I Can tell you what she thinking
Money on my mind so you know I’m Thinking Franklin
My eyes on the prize my nigga I ain’t Even blinking
Retarded ass niggas they be thinking Like they drinking
Snapback, fresh jay’s like murder she Wrotr
Put the killer in the Dutch and that’s Murder she wrote
Still hustling though, got bud if you Smoke
Nigga this is that fire that be burning My throat
And that’s murder she wrote, yeah, Murder she wrote
And that’s murder she wrote, yeah, Murder she wrote
Now that’s murder she wrote, yeah, Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote now that’s murder She wrote
Ok now maybe you clean but Lil Grymey fresher
Baby I’m hot but I’m cool under Pressure
In the land where if you sneeze you Better hope god bless ya
Running with them D’S you better Hope god bless ya
I’m ludacris, move bitch or you’ll be Road kill
Stupid shit molly bitch and bout 4 Pills
You know the deal give me bread or There's no deal
Most these niggas in the game they Git no skills
Jungle fever with this marshmallow Thick chick
Cocaine white skin will make your Teeth clench
She right here under my arm like Speed stick
I told shorty ride this wave or you’ll Be sea sick
Ain’t crazy I can make a whole tree Flip
Break it down and make money off The leaves bitch
We been in this the cops the only Reason we dipped
You know that chips the only reason We dip