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Six
(No More Heroes, they ain't ready for this new shit we got comin')
Ain't a dagger in this bitch
(Hey Rolo)
I been dancing with that stick (woo, woo)
This that murda man dance (brr)
This my murda man dance (bop, oh, bop, bop)
This my murda man dance (sheesh)
I was posted with the Glock out
The opps pull up and we gon' rock out (oh oh)
Whip out the dick I got my cock out (cock out)
Draco hitting hard knock his socks off (bang that nigga)
I'm Mike Tyson with that Glock I'll pop a nigga in his chin
Make it thump with that pump I make splinters out of shins
What you put up on his head, I just added about ten
Baptize a bitch in bullets tryna cleanse him of his sins
Hundred soldiers in the city tryna serve that's a 10-4 (yeah yeah)
Creeping through yo bushes with a Drac', so I tip toe (yeah yeah)
Hollows at his chest so if he miss he know limbo (yeah yeah)
Make em lean back with that MAC call him Fat Joe (lean back)
Big ol' stepper
Murder rapper
Make a nigga bleed I don't know no better
I been catching felonies
Turn him to a memory
40-Glocks and 223s put him underneath like a seat
I been dancing with that stick
This that murda man dance (brr)
This my murda man dance (bop, oh, bop, bop)
This my murda man dance (sheesh)
I was posted with the Glock out
The opps pull up and we gon' rock out (oh oh)
Whip out the dick I got my cock out (cock out)(six)
Draco hitting hard knock his socks off (gang, six, ha)
When a opp drop I do the murda man dance
Off-White jeans Glock tucked in my pants (grrah)
I just fucked this bitch she was my number one fan (hahaha)
When I don't got no Percs I just boot up off the Xan (Xanny)
Flexin' like a wrestler put yo ass straight on a stretcher (rrah)
Clutching on my Glock getting head in a Tesla
Ain't worried 'bout the opps them boys lighter than a feather (no cap)
Put yo brother in a wood that boy zaza that boy pressure (gas)
Tats all on my body kicking shit just like karate (karate)
My shooter coming sober he don't need no fucking molly (no)
Did his murda man dance when he caught that fucking body (rrah)
And my diamonds dancing like the fucking Jabbawockeez (no cap)
I been dancing with that stick
This that murda man dance (brr)
This my murda man dance (bop, oh, bop, bop)
This my murda man dance (sheesh)
I was posted with the Glock out
The opps pull up and we gon' rock out (oh oh)
Whip out the dick I got my cock out (cock out)
Draco hitting hard knock his socks off (bang that nigga)
WRITERS
Charles Jones, Frederick Givens II
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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