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Y2K Drayh - Murked Lyrics



Y2K Drayh - Murked Lyrics
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Ain't no competition I done got them all murked
When I'm round the opps on my face is a smirk
When you 'round the big dawg all y'all look like Smurfs
They trynna be bad boy I bet I'll be the worst
Way worse whatever that you do I do it better
Pay first if you want a verse I need me that cheddar
Light work this shit is too easy
See them throwing shots they don't know I'm Tom Brady (uh huh)
Get em murked get em murked get em murked imma get em murked
Get em murked get em murked get em murked imma get em murked
Get em murked get em murked get em murked imma get em murked
Get em murked get em murked get em murked imma get em murked
Get em all murked
Turn they ass to dirt
Put em on a shirt
Oh yea they gon learn
They gon learn today
Teach them a lesson
Watch who you mess with
It could be your last day
Rage, rage, I just wanna rage
Pray, pray boy you better pray
Cuz ain't no telling what I might do
I might bite you
Don't reach your hand out
Nigga I don't wanna be your f*cking friend
Nigga I just wanna make some ms
I wanna make bands they just wanna dance
Yea I bet I'll make you dance with these f*cking hands
Get em murked get em murked get em murked imma get em murked
Get em murked get em murked get em murked imma get em murked
Get em murked get em murked get em murked imma get em murked
Get em murked get em murked get em murked imma get em murked
I'm a problem yea a big problem
The game ain't ready for a person like me nah
Can't keep my mouth shut and they don't like that
They don't want somebody that ain't scared to talk back
Can't turn me to your slave I don't care about the money
The way these niggas sell they souls man its real funny
I look the devil in his eyes told him suck my dick
I guess now I ain't really really celibate
I'm getting hella rich and this ain't dirty money
Don't know if our government can say the same thing
If I ruled the world it would be way better
All these f*cking hypocrites would exist never
I'm a problem yea I'm a problem
You don't want problems imma boutta imma boutta
Get em murked get em murked get em murked imma get em murked
Get em murked get em murked get em murked imma get em murked
Get em murked get em murked get em murked imma get em murked
Get em murked get em murked get em murked imma get em murked
Million Dolla Flows
Million Dolla Flows
Million Dolla Flows
Million Dolla Flows
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English

Ain't no competition I done got them all murked
When I'm round the opps on my face is a smirk
When you 'round the big dawg all y'all look like Smurfs
They trynna be bad boy I bet I'll be the worst
Way worse whatever that you do I do it better
Pay first if you want a verse I need me that cheddar
Light work this shit is too easy
See them throwing shots they don't know I'm Tom Brady (uh huh)
Get em murked get em murked get em murked imma get em murked
Get em murked get em murked get em murked imma get em murked
Get em murked get em murked get em murked imma get em murked
Get em murked get em murked get em murked imma get em murked
Get em all murked
Turn they ass to dirt
Put em on a shirt
Oh yea they gon learn
They gon learn today
Teach them a lesson
Watch who you mess with
It could be your last day
Rage, rage, I just wanna rage
Pray, pray boy you better pray
Cuz ain't no telling what I might do
I might bite you
Don't reach your hand out
Nigga I don't wanna be your f*cking friend
Nigga I just wanna make some ms
I wanna make bands they just wanna dance
Yea I bet I'll make you dance with these f*cking hands
Get em murked get em murked get em murked imma get em murked
Get em murked get em murked get em murked imma get em murked
Get em murked get em murked get em murked imma get em murked
Get em murked get em murked get em murked imma get em murked
I'm a problem yea a big problem
The game ain't ready for a person like me nah
Can't keep my mouth shut and they don't like that
They don't want somebody that ain't scared to talk back
Can't turn me to your slave I don't care about the money
The way these niggas sell they souls man its real funny
I look the devil in his eyes told him suck my dick
I guess now I ain't really really celibate
I'm getting hella rich and this ain't dirty money
Don't know if our government can say the same thing
If I ruled the world it would be way better
All these f*cking hypocrites would exist never
I'm a problem yea I'm a problem
You don't want problems imma boutta imma boutta
Get em murked get em murked get em murked imma get em murked
Get em murked get em murked get em murked imma get em murked
Get em murked get em murked get em murked imma get em murked
Get em murked get em murked get em murked imma get em murked
Million Dolla Flows
Million Dolla Flows
Million Dolla Flows
Million Dolla Flows
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Writer: Edwin Colon
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Y2K Drayh
Language: English
Length: 3:45
Written by: Edwin Colon

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