Album Cover Murderholics (with SPM)

Murderholics (with SPM)

Juan Gotti

10

I blow three for ten

Smoke in the wind

Smoke one for niggas locked in the pen

Spend all the bodies damn dividend

My cloc my loo my damn Benjamin

I'll pop the trunk and might drop the top

Always leave the house with my gloc on cock

Niggas mad as grill cause they block on lock

Nigga fuck the talk and I'll pop hot shot

Hoes wanna talk girl do ya broad

Bro don't even hate boy I pull ya cord

Playa thank you hard

Nigga brang yo squad down to woodbrother, woodforrest boulevard

Hoes wanna talk girl do ya broad

Bro don't even hate boy I pull ya cord

Playa thank you hard

Nigga brang yo squad down to woodbrother, woodforrest boulavard

I'm sippin lean promithazine

Nigga getting green ain't been a thing

My visiting still shine so clean

Hoppin out of stretch limousines

I'm sippin lean promithazine

Nigga getting green ain't been a thing

My visiting still shine so clean

Hoppin out of stretch limousines

I'm on the scene draped in fancy clothes

Gotta leave the club with some jazzy hoe

Got some niggas comin at me swoll

Pop my trunk pull out the 44

I know they don't think they can take me down

Hoe ass niggas neva see me clown

Catch me slip nigga I won't bitch I'll get yo ass on the rebound

I'm H-town raised

Getting blazed, getting laid, getting paid

Sippin lemonade in the shade

Niggas play and may where I'm stay

Been on the grind getting mine

Did my time now I'm livin fine

Got so many throw hoes in line

I got them boys really trippin huh?

Some call me a throw nigga, blow nigga

Believe everything that's told nigga

Robbin tots, and shoppin robbers

Flossin the open road nigga

Watch me wig and got feelin life is like a rollercoaster

Stop and listen I invision flyin with the dodo's smoking

Man a nigga like me I floss my shit

Roll in the benz with my windows tint

Beach for the chain

Bling in the rang

Fallin down with this drank I sip

Wave my trunk

Display my bump

15 carets grace my front

screens is fallin

niggas ballin

ya'll can't fulfill this life I stunt

switchin lanes, grippin grain

in my lap my pistol man

those who hate gon meet yo fate

I show ya'll bout this game I'm playin

Pimpin hoes fo shoes and clothes

Slammin precious lexus doors

Understand me rollin candy

Aint tryin to brag but cose is throwed

On my mind is money makin

Serving feins is coke I'm bakin

Fall leave leave me lone

Texas prison chance I'm takin

OH MY GOD man hold up, too much lean up in my cup

Slow me down, turn me round

Ya'll gone flip, I'm posted up

Lagu lain oleh Juan Gotti