Представляем точный текст композиции "Murder Weapons" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Tommy Wright III . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Murder Weapons» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Tommy Wright III передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Tommy Wright III - "Murder Weapons"
Lyrics to Murder Weapons : (feat. Project Pimp) [Chorus] I had a anna wid murder weapons Im sweepin the city Hate the rizole they practicin hoe I buried them bitches It aint no love for you dirty dirties Im packin that thirty Under the porch wid the camouflage nigga that laughin Im scopin [Verse 1] Nigga bring it on Peep the plan and all them fake ass friends Bitch Im by my lonesome but that thirty by me drinkin gin Saggin my pants and muggin lookin undereyed wid thirty slugs Bustin wid no mercy hangin out the hooptie rippin me and cuz Hoe this shit for real, this is the heat that let you know the deal Bitch them games you play is make me determine whether should you live, Shit on bitches fuck em Fuck the past and present time will hold Out for just the money cappin pussy that shit cause the dough, Lit the strip wid diamonds big buck grill but you hate my kind Understand this shit can happen any kinda day Im packin mine What you wanna do, fuck that shit you call your crew, And your kinfolk too Bustin thrities wid no mercy under the piece we drinkin brew I stand on the man, aint no love Why is the fuck we playin' Is it just me or is it the way I walk and how I serve yo man Fuck yo weak ass clan, bitch its the Hill a hoe has nothin else Thirty cannon bullets rippin yo vest and can you catch your breath [Chorus x2] [Verse 2] Im deep in the cut not givin a fuck Im peepin and creepin and Project Pimp bustin on lame Penetrate demonstrate murder rate heavyweight here comes the thirty can hollow point swang The shit aint the same Im bringin the pain Im climbin and hangin and jumpin out trees Time for the young ones that thuggin and rushin you bitches and snitches thats itchin for kis Hater done tell me its greed, but hoe I just need The scents and the smell ah that cheese Drop it off gimme some but Im not robbin you Hoe Im just out for the shit that I believe Cause some ah these niggas are pickin out Project thug Project mug in a hoe prison for real Nina and a switchblade member Im sick and that forty glock thirty can bust a hoe grill Hit the block never stop rollin wid thirty friend Beat up the neighbourhood drinkin on Seagrams Gin How do you figure Im flodgin Im mobbin wid infinite niggas thats all about dividends Project Pimp Project thug Project will fuck up niggas and leavin you niggas in ditches Alleyway rippin and runnin and gunnin convictable leave the body bloody wid stitches Thirty done rippin and creepin a nigga was slippin and stiffin and flodgin that pimpin Tellin me how Ima wear my hat on your street and a banana clip under that shit Anyway fuck around kick around wid gin and Hen Smilin wid super thought look at my body Bitches they hit me up on the horn Fuck what you wanna do Project Pimp man ah the party bitch [Chorus x2] [Verse 3] Civilized and buck and wild and niggas so called actin bad Really dont wanna kill him but he pushin Dont frown peep and laugh With them niggas thatll pull them triggers Double O be for real, After we take care ah that lil bidness bitch we sit back drink and chill Aint no love for niggas bitches faggots wid them barricade, Tryna stop my come up bitch I post up wid them hand grenade Death is my intention, fuckin wid a nigga like the Project thug On the blay wid a pistol one in the chamber with the Project mug, Hollow P-O-I-N-T plus T.I. A-K got the plan Project P-I-M-P peep double O eight broke the law and ran Cross off friends they stupid, Fuck theyself off when they cross they boss Niggas talk that shit around they posses but cant walk the walk Upside down wid liquor thats the bidness cause Project the meanest, All about that creepin late night callin Watch thug niggas finish Haters you could stop at playin them games and keep your mind off mine, Fuck you talkin bout squashin Project Pimp bustin Nigga Im on the grind, on the grind [Chorus x2 [Lots of shout outs til fade] [ Murder Weapons Lyrics ]
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