Mo Murda lyrics

[Intro: Jae Millz]
Let's go
Millz
Gudda, what up, my G?
Vado, what's poppin, slime?
Young Money, [?] most hated

[Verse 1: Jae Millz]
OK it's nothing on TV, so I'm spaced out getting fried
Tryna find a way to f*ck one of the Basketball Wives
These n*ggas all lies, all pies
Hard around the edges but soft as f*ck inside
I'm on some new sh*t, you got out on some fluke sh*t
Back to Guddaville, b*tch, this that part 2 sh*t
Free Weezy, free Rem
Free Lil Boosie, free C-Gudda and free Sims
Young Money Cash money champs, check the sells
Disrespect us, well pound key, epic fail
Rich n*gga engine, V sixteen
I'm happy as a motherf*cker but my whip mean
Money never lie, only a fool would threaten I
You ever saw Casino, think about how Pesci die?
It's Millz, b*tch, super fly and extra high
'Bout to go to the moon, soon as she say, "Hi", I tell her, "Bye"

[Chorus: Gudda Gudda]
Murda, murda murda, mo' murda, n*gga
n*gga, murda, murda murda, mo' murda, n*gga
n*gga, murda, murda murda, mo' murda, n*gga
Grim Reap' flow we have come to collect spirits, n*gga
Murda, murda murda, mo' murda, n*gga
n*gga, murda, murda murda, mo' murda, n*gga
n*gga, murda, murda murda, mo' murda, n*gga
Grim Reap' flow we have come to collect spirits, n*gga
[Verse 2: Vado]
I got my "Free Lil Wayne" T on (Yes)
Name Vado, only my mother can call me Teyon
'Nough work to break down and put my team on
sh*t wriggled, grip the iron to get my seam on (Huh)
Get straightened out when you lean wrong
I walk with a band, every hero should have a theme song (Yes)
Chef with it, my swag passed gimmick
Splash critics, admit it or get admitted
[?] n*ggas ain't spitting, y'all ad libbing
[?] watch son pass like [?]
Once you finish, leave the rest on the plate
And the fiends a few samples, now the rest want a taste
From being stand up to sitting at the desk with the jake
Act up, make a movie out 'em then edit his face, wow
Slow your role, start pressing your brakes
Rub you down to the ground's how I'm addressing the hate
Vado

[Chorus: Gudda Gudda]
Murda, murda murda, mo' murda, n*gga
n*gga, murda, murda murda, mo' murda, n*gga
n*gga, murda, murda murda, mo' murda, n*gga
Grim Reap' flow we have come to collect spirits, n*gga
Murda, murda murda, mo' murda, n*gga
n*gga, murda, murda murda, mo' murda, n*gga
n*gga, murda, murda murda, mo' murda, n*gga
Grim Reap' flow we have come to collect spirits, n*gga
[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]
Yeah I gets busy, Chuck Taylors stay crispy
Hit the stage, then I leave, and your b*tch coming with me (Yeah)
Homie, you can't clone me (Nope), purple sh*t, I'm on it (Po' up)
I am in the zone and I'm ripping up all opponents
I don't save hoes, and I would never condone it
Hit her with the bone and I'm gone early in the morning
I'm sick, ho, sick flow, I'm catching pneumonia
Cough up the beat and I spit on the microphone
I'm a beast, I'm a dawg, ain't nothing you can do with me
Styrofoam got the Pimp C in the Screw in it
I'm from New Orleans, n*gga, home of the bodybags
Where the fiends'll kill a n*gga for a powder bag
My money looking right, n*gga, I ain't gotta brag
Got my girl every Louis purse, now she want Prada bags
No problem, love, Im'a grab them for ya
'Cause you was here when I was broke, them other b*tches wasn't
Too G and I ain't talking Gucci
I'm talking Gudda Gudda, paper stack like loose leaf, uh
Rocket in my pocket, kick like Bruce Lee
Or I can slap you in your mouth, have a couple lose teeth, n*gga murda

[Chorus: Gudda Gudda]
Murda, murda murda, mo' murda, n*gga
n*gga, murda, murda murda, mo' murda, n*gga
n*gga, murda, murda murda, mo' murda, n*gga
Grim Reap' flow we have come to collect spirits, n*gga
Murda, murda murda, mo' murda, n*gga
n*gga, murda, murda murda, mo' murda, n*gga
n*gga, murda, murda murda, mo' murda, n*gga
Grim Reap' flow we have come to collect spirits, n*gga