Murder Onze Lyrics - Junior Mafia

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Intro: cheek del vec

Uhh (what?)
Trife & larceny in the xxxxxx house (uhh)
My nigga klep in the xxxxxx house (kleptomaniac)
And me (uhh uhh) cheek del vec (del vec aight) aight!
(one love) uhh check it
(snake killin xxx niggas jm one love)

Verse 1: del vec kleptomaniac
Del vec little niggas pushing landcruiser jeeps
Gettin blunted all day every day of the week
Nights in maxima's and acura's
Got xxxxxxx drivin 929 mazda's tammy and rhonda
Drivin rope down south in the honda
I'm behind her in the pathfinder
Gettin blunted my nigga need all the xl 600
Ridin smoothly playin low-key watch my bitch
With the brick in the civic sellin mad weight
Outta state and xxxx i can't wait til this record xxxx is straight
So we can recuperate get the dough and i'm gone

Motherfuckers fear me i blow up spots like ed leary
Violent pro's even with guns like sharon stone
Mack xxx nigga strikes again chalk my win
Kleptomaniac attracts cream stacks from eight pens
And sticky hands wit crazy glue like finger tips shoplift
Or pass crews on mountain bikes bustin four-fifths
Diamond vagettes rolex for the xxxxx flex
And maxin de moet signin my signature on cheques
Crime motherfuckin pays when you know what you're doin
And gettin loops since niggas was rockin hawaiian suits
What? don't shoot *gun shot* leave ya family upset
Tight the trip dt's chasin down robbery suspect

Chorus: larceny

Murder onez to get the fonz and fast to die young
Jm xxxxxxxxxxxx go get your guns
Murder onez to get the fonz and fast to die young
Jm xxxxxxxxxxxx go get your guns
*repeat*

Verse 2: trife larceny

Gettin richer cos i move coke and bust quicker
Bitches get richer jealous niggas wanna hit'cha
Stashin my guns to protect my ones
I see the cash flow torch it i blast you know how it go
In the 5-double 0 sl
Puffin l's lit while larce loadin shells in the clip

Snakes-murder men formin plots
Lickin shots outta drop tops and it don't stop
Us from gettin the luchicreno
My clique tight like gambino's stickin casinos
Bussin down kilos me and trife for life
Jm shorty's on the run
Cocksucker go get your guns

Chorus x 1/2

Verse 3: klep del vec trife

I smoke so much weed i know my lungs is fucked up
Stick guns i get'cha spit sperm when i cum
Party done use to hustle bubble
With concealed capsules under my tongue til my mouth got numb
Now i watch my back like spighty sense was tinglin
Minglin in clubs with jm puffin on mo' teams
Don't oppose me xxxx ain't rosy
Murderin-lyrical gangsta like ini kamoze

Del vec project was set down south with two tek
I murdered that we got mad respect
Sheisty niggas and vicars puffin 20's and 50's on the block
I got xxxx on lock in little rock
My xxxxx got knocked she sold to a undercover cop
Went to jail put the benz up for bail
Now i'm fucked up in the cut
I got to move to a diff'rent state to make some quick bucks

As i look around me dead bodies surround me
Part of drug dealin-killin millions to make millions
Sittin on top tote glocks
Smokin pounds and phillies by the box gettin head on the yacht
Presidential rollin watch hos clock me wit tha 420
Bodyin xxxxxxxxxxxxx for this money

Chorus x2

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