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Pooh Shiesty - Murder Skool [Official Audio]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pooh Shiesty
Pooh Shiesty
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donovan Hardie
Donovan Hardie
Songwriter
Josh Fleming
Josh Fleming
Songwriter
Lontrell Williams
Lontrell Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FlemDawg
FlemDawg
Producer
Pablomcr
Pablomcr
Producer
Skywalker Og
Skywalker Og
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Blrrd (damn, FlemDawg), ayy, blrrd, blrrd, uh, blrrd Big 7-62's Blrrd, blrrd, blrrd Ayy, ayy, let's go 'Fore I thought I was a gangster, had to go through murder school Change your name, that boy my son, you never used 7-62's I can't rap about you in my songs, don't know what you'll do We cap a F48, 138, 'bout to put somethin' on the news We beam F48's, 138, 'bout to put shit on the news Just one on me, I grab my ski, just watch my back and tell my moves Think he gon' run away, this fully auto flip him out his shoes Been goin' ham since y'all was little Boy, ain't no pass, you gettin' it too Big Backwoods of my own strain, I keep rollin' up dead dudes Menace to society, promote violence, always first to shoot Said they died on the way to me, just no way that shit was true Point this shit for him to teach, that's why I'm stylin' in the booth In thе mode, don't even blink, keep my еyes open when I shoot You really don't gotta say shit Why you get locked and tell the truth? I take care of all the members that's Locked, don't nobody else come through 40 stick under my Glock, just have five of everything new Been nothin' but trouble since a child, now I'm makin' my mama proud How I'ma beef with niggas rolling mid? I'm booked for Rolling Loud I brought the MG from the Benz, hop out on you with the trey pound And I could show you how to rob, first move, make everybody get down Let somebody try to reach out, make sure everybody get fired Almost lost my life like 90 times, three of my real ones died Got so much faith in this glizzy, the only bitch ain't never lied I act like get rich ain't no blessing, I be still tryna go slide 'Fore I thought I was a gangster, had to go through murder school Change your name, that boy my son, you never used 7-62's I can't rap about you in my songs, don't know what you'll do We cap a F48, 138, 'bout to put somethin' on the news We beam F48's, 138, 'bout to put shit on the news Just one on me, I grab my ski, just watch my back and tell my moves Think he gon' run away, this fully auto flip him out his shoes Been goin' ham since y'all was little Boy, ain't no pass, you gettin' it too Gon' get your ass, blrrd, ayy, Big Blrrd, blrrd Blrrd, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd Keep all that just like that Fox 13 News gang, new clip gang Get you a article, nigga, Big Blrrd Put that shit on that news channel, new channel with this switch No, can't mix them bitches with switches And I'm thuggin' in switches, ain't no fuckin', ain't switchin', blrrd And I know 50, no duckin' these 50's, all these switches on these glizzies
Writer(s): Lontrell D. Williams, Josh Fleming, Donovan Hardie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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