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Once In A While (Murder)
by
French Montana
Featuring(s) : Max B
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It's your boy Max Biggavel We wavy, wavy baby, on the wave, oww! Why I always do that? 'Cause I had this over my head So I said I figure you know If I gotta go to trial, probably just go trial At least I know a nigga out there holding it down, you know what I'm saying? We was a part of something together my nigga You killin' them, number one Like he real wavey right now new records It's no secret You get the coke wave listenin' to him (Yeah) Keep the jams on the radio Macaroni & Cheese I'm telling them I already know how it's gonna go down You feel me? Nothin' No evil [?] shall prosper (Woo!) Who God blessed, no man cursed And they say Haan! It’s what ya all been waitin for It’s what ya all been waitin for It’s what ya all been waitin for, ain’t it? What people payin paper for? It’s what ya all been waitin for It’s what ya all been waitin for It’s what ya all been waitin for, ain’t it? What people payin paper for? Murder Cold blooded murder Cold blooded murder My money on the line (Murder was the case that they gave me) Murder Cold blooded murder Cold blooded murder My money on the line (Murder was the case that they gave me) Getting shot up, then he got up Came back then he lit the spot up Homie hit the chart up Moroccan boy, you sloppy boy 3 chains on, I be Rocky boy Packs out the lobby boy Nigga you can read on, East Tremont Franks, got my feet on With money I can lean on Canary chain cold but still keep the heat on Your bitch with the raccoon vest, Peter Pete on Catch me at the game, hard wood where my feet on Lookin for an actress on my wood I could skeet on Mansion on the other hand, live from the mother land 2 straps on, east side, we ain't rumbling Murder Cold blooded murder Cold blooded murder My money on the line (Murder was the case that they gave me) Murder Cold blooded murder Cold blooded murder My money on the line (Murder was the case that they gave me) It’s what ya all been waitin for It’s what ya all been waitin for It’s what ya all been waitin for, ain’t it? What people payin paper for? It’s what ya all been waitin for It’s what ya all been waitin for It’s what ya all been waitin for, ain’t it? What people payin paper for? Alfred Hitchcock, two fear fist fight Caught a nigga slippin for his chain and his wrist watch Murder was the case that they gave me, I can’t believe my boo bout to have my baby Fuck, you outta luck, Mercedes truck Pull up, distance, shoot better than Miller Ducking from the narcs, Elsmere Crotona park Out of control, now a nigga gon' control the market Shoot outs and move out, ask the brick layers Now I'm floor seats, talkin' to the bench players Tell Mike Bibby, it’s my city Leave the game, hit green house, me and Diddy Murder Cold blooded murder Cold blooded murder My money on the line (Murder was the case that they gave me) Murder Cold blooded murder Cold blooded murder My money on the line (Murder was the case that they gave me) Murder Cold blooded murder Cold blooded murder My money on the line (Murder was the case that they gave me) Murder Cold blooded murder Cold blooded murder My money on the line (Murder was the case that they gave me) It’s what ya all been waitin for It’s what ya all been waitin for It’s what ya all been waitin for, ain’t it? What people payin paper for?
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