Danny Brown, Guilty Simpson - Murder Game lyrics
Danny Brown [Daniel Dewan Sewell] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Danny Brown, Guilty Simpson - Murder Game lyrics]
(Murder game) playing on the 1-8-7
Bullets fly around this bitch 2-4-7
Make a homicide at a 2-11
Have a motherfucking running
Straight towards heaven (Murder game)
Playing on the murder game play
Show me where we is, nigga
Show me where we at and
We gonna find us where we at when the
Let'em notice where we at
And tell me where we is
I'mma cop a couple shales
Leave your stomach drippin' like
An open lunchpale
Run up on a nigga with the 4o, go BLOCKO!
This nigga soft like a old hard taco
(murder game)
Just a bunch of nigga (gluten?)
SWATS and the jacks and the old nigga
Niggas get retired, everything a nigga lost
Pay a nigga off, send him to the pay off
A nigga over, when a shoot don't miss
Irrespect, now walking with a limp
Ain't a woman in a city for the lo
And your mama cryin', that's a real loose-up
(Murder game) playing on the 1-8-7
Bullets fly around this bitch 2-4-7
Make a homicide at a 2-11
Have a motherfucking running
Straight towards heaven (Murder game)
Blood up slave, home of the brave
Gets no turn when your fat catch grenade
(who?)
I duct with a chopper and a swiss blade
Smack a bitch nigga with a
(papa?) cause he bitch made
I turn you frontyard Crimson homo
You choke on Simpson come around like Romo
My gun swiss cheese bozo
I'm with your polo, whoop ass like bolo
Oh, no i must've lost it
Dreams I'm not have any in my
Shoot guns and toss it, be cautious
Fuck your stare
ARs take your tops off like Tupperware
I'm a motherfucking problem, deal with it
You can bring all your security
And still get it
Fools realize that their homeboys
Are not as hard
Cause they fuckin' body guards
Need a body guard
(Murder game) playing on the 1-8-7
Bullets fly around this bitch 2-4-7
Make a homicide at a 2-11
Have a motherfucking running
Straight towards heaven (Murder game)
Bullets fly around this bitch 2-4-7
Make a homicide at a 2-11
Have a motherfucking running
Straight towards heaven (Murder game)
Playing on the murder game play
Show me where we is, nigga
Show me where we at and
We gonna find us where we at when the
Let'em notice where we at
And tell me where we is
I'mma cop a couple shales
Leave your stomach drippin' like
An open lunchpale
Run up on a nigga with the 4o, go BLOCKO!
This nigga soft like a old hard taco
(murder game)
Just a bunch of nigga (gluten?)
SWATS and the jacks and the old nigga
Niggas get retired, everything a nigga lost
Pay a nigga off, send him to the pay off
A nigga over, when a shoot don't miss
Irrespect, now walking with a limp
Ain't a woman in a city for the lo
And your mama cryin', that's a real loose-up
(Murder game) playing on the 1-8-7
Bullets fly around this bitch 2-4-7
Make a homicide at a 2-11
Have a motherfucking running
Straight towards heaven (Murder game)
Blood up slave, home of the brave
Gets no turn when your fat catch grenade
(who?)
I duct with a chopper and a swiss blade
Smack a bitch nigga with a
(papa?) cause he bitch made
I turn you frontyard Crimson homo
You choke on Simpson come around like Romo
My gun swiss cheese bozo
I'm with your polo, whoop ass like bolo
Oh, no i must've lost it
Dreams I'm not have any in my
Shoot guns and toss it, be cautious
Fuck your stare
ARs take your tops off like Tupperware
I'm a motherfucking problem, deal with it
You can bring all your security
And still get it
Fools realize that their homeboys
Are not as hard
Cause they fuckin' body guards
Need a body guard
(Murder game) playing on the 1-8-7
Bullets fly around this bitch 2-4-7
Make a homicide at a 2-11
Have a motherfucking running
Straight towards heaven (Murder game)