Murda Doctor

I'm a real murder doctor, pop nigga head
In my cup I'm having soda
I'm sipping real bad
One day it's going to be alright and I know that
One day it's going to be alright and I know that
I see better days
No face, no case
I'm down for my nigga ll'l do whatever it takes
I'm sipping real bad, I can't feel my face
I'm down for my nigga ll'l do whatever it takes

I see what you on, I can see it in your face
I got too Many murder I still beat the case
They got me feed up they do me dirty
I got glock in my hand
I got one in my belly
Stir fry in kitchen cooking dope, you lie
Nigga you ain't even dope
Outside with the gang I'm wiping nose

Them drugs they keep me floating
See this, see that
I know you want the Gucci bag
I'm the ocean I got waves in, I got lot of racks
Ain't lonely
I been balling real bad ain't Kobe, Yeah
Yeah, You broke my heart you ain't sorry
Yeah, lil bro acting tough we gone solve him



Credits
Writer(s): Celebrate Mawila
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