Murda Talk Lyrics

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Murda Talk is a Latest English song sang by Nle choppa.The lyrics writer and composer of the song is Nle Choppa.

This music video is Uploaded in NLE CHOPPA youtube channel. This video is uploaded on August 6,2020.

The Music video producer of the song is Anissa Marie. The director of the song is BenMarc.

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Murda Talk Lyrics

  

**Music**

 

 A hunnid shottas two oppas
I bet these Glock I pop em

 A hunnid shottas two oppas
I bet these Glock I pop em

 A hunnid shottas two oppas
I bet these Glock I pop em

Ayy, I think lil’ homie scared, fool, he say, I’m ready, fool
So I gave him that lil’ dirty tool, he say he finish dude
Say he caught him slipping
Got the clip and knocked him out his shoes
Mommas crying, n**gas dyin’, p*ssy, that’s what shottas do

Creep on your block, real slow, ten on my window
Mask on, gloves on, you know that clip extendo
And don’t let down the window, open up the door and chase his ass
Put two up in his back and then I walking down and face his ass
Said he want some smoke, well, you know I had to lace his ass
Opposition’s h*e gave me throat as she was shaking ass

My pops said, don’t give him that Glock

 

Cause you know he gon’ f*cking cry
If a n**ga catch me in a jam, you know I let it ride
It’s my life or your, p*ssy n**ga, I’m gon’ let me decide
We shoot first, we don’t shoot back
So you n**gas better duck and hide
I got the Drac’ in trench coats
Send shots up through the window
I got a Glock, a .. four , we pop his top and then we go
Traffickin’ birds like Nino , we leave him lost like Nemo
All-black attire, emo, short time to live like chemo
If the number’s right, your n*gga kill you , call it bingo
You better watch your lingo, my n*ggas slide for G-note

I need to slow down on them thirties

 

Cause I’m keep throwin’ up
I threw back two of them bi*ches
So it gave me bubble guts
Ayy, I got my pistol with me
Got the semi with me, riding in the hemi
I was thugging hard in juvenile
I had the rules bending
He like, Damn, you left that clip empty
Yeah, I left that clip empty

Yeah, I’m killer so come tempt me
Memphis shooter like the Grizzlies
Shoot his baby mama in his chest
Damn near knocked the titty
I’m off a couple f*cking Percocets
I feel my body lifted
Why the f*ck that boy, he got a vest
We pop his top and dip it
Driνe-by in a Honda Civic
So they know lilg Choppa did it
Hop out, boys on the block
N**gas ran like they seen the knock

Hit him in his thigh
Hit him in his back
Make him drop
Oh, he still alive
Let me finish that
Pop his top
I don’t fantasize
Them bodies in my mind
And I can’t stop, uh

N*gga know I keep a Glock yeah
N*gga , f*ck, how we gon’ buck, n*gga, f*ck, n*gga
Brrt , n*gga, f*ck n*gga , bust, n*gga, brrt
You know we bust triggers , f*ck, n*gga

 

**The END**

 

 

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