No competition

Follow 0 fans

Murk

Murk (also known by several other names, including Funky Green Dogs) is a house music production team composed of Ralph Falcón and Oscar Gaetan). They formed in Miami in 1991. They had 7 consecutive singles reach #1 on Billboard's Hot Dance Music/Club Play chart. more »

3:12

1 View

 The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com

Ayy yo suprem runnin' back
Uh, Wisdom told me this's a drill I told him spendin' again
I looked mama in the eyes told her bless me to win
I give praises to the lord , young n***a from the trenches drippin' new Christian Dior , them chop as with maneuver
Remember cold days, we was strappin' on the scooter
Brand new VVM's, extra cash for the shooter
Dying of the Xandies, swallowing my kids bitch, I don't even want no family
The ones who claim they love me, they don't even understand me
No, we'll get your money straight
I love the way she suck and swallow
I be nuttin' in her face
I'm not against her for the gram
Man my hoes, be of the date
I'ma pull up in your city
I got a new designer, but I'm still a project, baby
Ain't no cap, f*ck the feds
That bitch claim I'm a rapper
Then I told him I'ma get all my dreams comin' true I'ma chase the gwap instead
All these hoes like a Glock, I gotta keep it spared
When I'm talkin' to the trench, I just want y'all feel my pain
Put my country on the map, I wanna be a hall of fame
Put my soul in the verse
Remember niggas switched up and I turned an introvert
Put our lil' boy in the box, see his face up on the shirt
The jungle survivor, that's why they call me Murk
I don't f*ck her with a lotion, she complainin' that it hurts
She ask why you ain't calm, baby, blame it on the perks
Mmm
We gon' get it, I'm so passionate
The hoe who you claim your wifey, she my bottom bitch
I'm tryna catch another body, dawg my finger itch
I ain't tryna die, young nigga, I ain't Roddy Ricch
We gon' get it, I'm so passionate
The hoe who you claim your wifey, she my bottom bitch
I'm tryna catch another body, dawg my finger itch
I ain't tryna die, young nigga, I ain't Roddy Ricch
Thuggin' on the block, he don't ever have respect for him
My mom be on FaceTime, plus the family that she old
Shawty said she love me from her heart, I don't know
I be zippin' syrup from the pain in my soul
F*ck it , they know slime, right
Bruh , go get your rights, right
Give him 40 talk plus the caption, be some hood type
Vouchin' for the trenches
And niggas stuck in the system
We use to serve with three phones
Broke my trigger, finger itchin
My life was goin' in the vault
But you know God saved me
Granny basement be the spot damn, I miss my Uncle Raymond
Homie in the county
Told me, murk , protect your reputation
Damn, I got my Glock, but God above in every situation
Water on my neck, swear to God I'm fuckin' wavy
Run up from the plug, man, I feel like Lil Baby
If you wanna verse, get your dollar right and pay me
Niggas tryna kill me, and this shit is really crazy
Supreme I been really save me
We gon' all win, what the f*ck you mean by maybe
Mama told me, focus on your game and be like Jay-Z
Movin' to the top, had a dream since a baby
Diamonds on my AP
Smilin' on my face and my back, you betrayed me
Had to keep a Glock in my pants for my safety
When I'm off the drugs, I be feelin' kinda lonely
Can't call you my brother, and I treat you like my homie
We gon' get it, I'm so passionate
The hoe who you claim your wifey, she my bottom, bitch
I'm tryna catch another body, dawg my finger itch
I ain't tryna die young nigga, I ain't Roddy Ricch
We gon' get it, I'm so passionate
The hoe who you claim your wifey, she my bottom, bitch
I'm tryna catch another body, dawg my finger itch
Ain't tryna die young nigga, I ain't Roddy Ricch
I ain't Roddy Ricch

 Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer