(verse)
It's Big Murph
I got it out the dirt
Been puttin in some work
Took some losses and it hurt
But that's part of the game
Want the fortune and the fame
It kinda sounds insane
That it takes dollars to make change
If you got health then you got wealth
Gotta look inside yo self
Find the passion and the heart
And play the cards that you was dealt
Want the green Santa's elf
Burning weed raising hell
Catch a charge make the bail
Go in hiding move in stealth
Laser beam red as hell
Tote the strap leather belt
Want the smoke then inhale
Get the bag digi scale
Size em up 2XL
Murphy's big call for help
Get some backup on the way
Cause you can't fight me by yo self
In yo eyes i see you pussy
And that fear it has a smell
Swear I've had it up to here with you f*ckers
Upper shelf
I roll with them country folk
We thuggin can't ya tell
The type to find yo crib
And start to circle carousel
I keep two guns at all times
Fully loaded with some shells
And this f*ckin Pair'll shoot ya
Like an open parasail
Everyday is my vacation
I Put big blunts in rotation
I've been trappin out in staton
Since middle school equations
Half a pound in mommas basement
In a vacuum sealed encasement
Caught a charge had to face it
I ain't never wrote a statement
Snitches get them stitches
Sometimes wind up in some ditches
If you speak on someones business
Might be swimming with the fishes
I got hooks like I've been fishing
I got bars like any prison
I stay shining like a prism
I might pop off get to fizzing
I ain't talking bout a soda
Mountain dew and Coca Cola
Dr. Pepper yo ass with this rifle on my shoulder
Inhale a lot of dozier
I'm a marijuana smoka
Pound of green look like Yoda
Has a very pungent odor
Then I roll it like a boulder
Off a cliff in South Dakota
Bitch I'm sick when I spit it
Like my words done caught corona
Or Ebola
Or the flu
Take a shot
Sip the juice
Raise the bar
Raise the roof
Raise my kids
To tell the truth
Bitch I'm fly Heli-pad
Shout out wifey
You so bad
Shout out Remi Max and Oakley
For making me a Dad (murph)
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English
(verse)
It's Big Murph
I got it out the dirt
Been puttin in some work
Took some losses and it hurt
But that's part of the game
Want the fortune and the fame
It kinda sounds insane
That it takes dollars to make change
If you got health then you got wealth
Gotta look inside yo self
Find the passion and the heart
And play the cards that you was dealt
Want the green Santa's elf
Burning weed raising hell
Catch a charge make the bail
Go in hiding move in stealth
Laser beam red as hell
Tote the strap leather belt
Want the smoke then inhale
Get the bag digi scale
Size em up 2XL
Murphy's big call for help
Get some backup on the way
Cause you can't fight me by yo self
In yo eyes i see you pussy
And that fear it has a smell
Swear I've had it up to here with you f*ckers
Upper shelf
I roll with them country folk
We thuggin can't ya tell
The type to find yo crib
And start to circle carousel
I keep two guns at all times
Fully loaded with some shells
And this f*ckin Pair'll shoot ya
Like an open parasail
Everyday is my vacation
I Put big blunts in rotation
I've been trappin out in staton
Since middle school equations
Half a pound in mommas basement
In a vacuum sealed encasement
Caught a charge had to face it
I ain't never wrote a statement
Snitches get them stitches
Sometimes wind up in some ditches
If you speak on someones business
Might be swimming with the fishes
I got hooks like I've been fishing
I got bars like any prison
I stay shining like a prism
I might pop off get to fizzing
I ain't talking bout a soda
Mountain dew and Coca Cola
Dr. Pepper yo ass with this rifle on my shoulder
Inhale a lot of dozier
I'm a marijuana smoka
Pound of green look like Yoda
Has a very pungent odor
Then I roll it like a boulder
Off a cliff in South Dakota
Bitch I'm sick when I spit it
Like my words done caught corona
Or Ebola
Or the flu
Take a shot
Sip the juice
Raise the bar
Raise the roof
Raise my kids
To tell the truth
Bitch I'm fly Heli-pad
Shout out wifey
You so bad
Shout out Remi Max and Oakley
For making me a Dad (murph)
It's Big Murph
I got it out the dirt
Been puttin in some work
Took some losses and it hurt
But that's part of the game
Want the fortune and the fame
It kinda sounds insane
That it takes dollars to make change
If you got health then you got wealth
Gotta look inside yo self
Find the passion and the heart
And play the cards that you was dealt
Want the green Santa's elf
Burning weed raising hell
Catch a charge make the bail
Go in hiding move in stealth
Laser beam red as hell
Tote the strap leather belt
Want the smoke then inhale
Get the bag digi scale
Size em up 2XL
Murphy's big call for help
Get some backup on the way
Cause you can't fight me by yo self
In yo eyes i see you pussy
And that fear it has a smell
Swear I've had it up to here with you f*ckers
Upper shelf
I roll with them country folk
We thuggin can't ya tell
The type to find yo crib
And start to circle carousel
I keep two guns at all times
Fully loaded with some shells
And this f*ckin Pair'll shoot ya
Like an open parasail
Everyday is my vacation
I Put big blunts in rotation
I've been trappin out in staton
Since middle school equations
Half a pound in mommas basement
In a vacuum sealed encasement
Caught a charge had to face it
I ain't never wrote a statement
Snitches get them stitches
Sometimes wind up in some ditches
If you speak on someones business
Might be swimming with the fishes
I got hooks like I've been fishing
I got bars like any prison
I stay shining like a prism
I might pop off get to fizzing
I ain't talking bout a soda
Mountain dew and Coca Cola
Dr. Pepper yo ass with this rifle on my shoulder
Inhale a lot of dozier
I'm a marijuana smoka
Pound of green look like Yoda
Has a very pungent odor
Then I roll it like a boulder
Off a cliff in South Dakota
Bitch I'm sick when I spit it
Like my words done caught corona
Or Ebola
Or the flu
Take a shot
Sip the juice
Raise the bar
Raise the roof
Raise my kids
To tell the truth
Bitch I'm fly Heli-pad
Shout out wifey
You so bad
Shout out Remi Max and Oakley
For making me a Dad (murph)
Writer: JAMES MURPHY, ADAM ALLSBROOKS
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave