Lancey Foux – MURDRR TALK

Lancey Foux – MURDRR TALK Lyrics

Artist: Lancey Foux
Song: MURDRR TALK

It’s death to them
And I mean all disrespect, you get me? -tch
f#ck you been talkin’ about? Every f#cking week
(f#ck ’em up, Krash)

And I act like I don’t love the hate but I do, you get me? (f#cking with myself, trust, f#cking dickhead)
Sharpen that knife ting, you get me?
Real sharp, yeah-yeah, draw me out, innit, anyone?
f#ck it, draw me out, I don’t care-tch

Dickhead, f#ckin’ dickhead
And I love my brothers but I hate these n#gg#s (Chyeah)
If I was God, I would take these n#gg#s
I’m lookin’ around, who made these n#gg#s?

Got the top cut, I’m ’bout to shave these n#gg#s
Trust, nobody can save these n#gg#s
Dry clean them, I’m ’bout to stain these n#gg#s
All I left was the pic’, I framed these n#gg#s

World-famous, I still can’t name these n#gg#s
And I love my brothers but I hate these n#gg#s (Chyeah)
I got blood in my hands like a sick head (Chyeah)
Runnin’ ’round late night like a bishead

Who I sound like now? You dickheads
Who I sound like now? You dickheads
This rap sh#t just ain’t for me, I wish that somebody warned me
And I just can’t be like Stormzy, it’s too late, no one can save me

I just can’t be AJ Tracey, on the stage, I’m covered in Paisley
On the stage, I’m covered in blood (Chyeah)
Anything I do, they callin’ me Thug
Anything I do, they callin’ me Carti

Just call me Giggs, I’m talkin’ the hardest
Brand new stick, I’m walkin’ the hardest
Brand new stick, I walk with the army (Chyeah, chyeah)
Got a brand new stick, I walk with the army

(Got a brand new sti-, chyeah)
I bet you didn’t know I was ready for war
Bet you didn’t know I was ready for war
Can’t sleep unless I pour up a four

Everyone dead, how I settled the score (Chyeah)
And I love my brothers but I hate these n#gg#s
If I was God, I would take these n#gg#s (Chyeah)
I’m lookin’ around, who made these n#gg#s? (Huh?)

Got the top cut, I’m ’bout to shave these n#gg#s (Dickheads)
Trust, nobody can save these n#gg#s (Hey)
Dry clean them, I’m ’bout to stain these n#gg#s (b#tch)
All I left was the pic’, I framed these n#gg#s

World-famous, I still can’t name these n#gg#s (Chyeah)
No drugs, fam
That’s what was slowin’ me down, I was smokin’ weed
Thinkin’ I was cool with you n#gg#s, fam, I’m not

I’m not, I’m not, I’m not, I’m not
I was smokin’ weed and f#cking think-thinkin’ everything was cool and I was cool and I liked it but I don’t, I don’t
I’m f#ckin’ lying to myself, I don’t
I’m on my ting, on my own

Dickhead
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Release Year: 2021