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TESTO - Ja Rule - Murder Me


TESTO - Ja Rule - Murder Me

Uh, uh, yeah

We back up in this motherfucker

Murder Inc

Ha ha

I go by the name of the Rule

You know

Got my nigga Chink Santana in the house

My nigga Buck, my clique niggas

My murder by number niggas

My nigga black, 0-1 you know

My new nigga life...what's happenin?


Bout the let these bitches know like you know

When we fuckin em and shit all crazy

You want a nigga callin shit

We ain't got time for that ma

We just come threw and murder the puss that all

Ha ha ha ha

Baby when your sexin me

I kinda like when ya...murder me

Baby....murder me

(Repeat once)

Listen love I know your used to gettin sweet nothings whispered to ya

But my dick game will ruined ya mind and influence ya to do certain things

Like hop in the range, in the rain, ass naked, to get spanked

This is your world and your doin your thing go ahead momma

I got no problem being on the bottom

The way you shake that ass like ho's from Harlem

Reminds me to call ya the same time tommora

Cuz baby I'm impressed, by the way you, shake them ass and hips

By the way you make me wanna leave the one I'm wit

Take the spot of being my "down ass bitch"

Baby murder me, heh

The way I murder you, heh

That look in your eyes is like the sunrise when your fuckin me

Baby when your sexin me

I kinda like when ya...murder me

Baby....murder me

(Repeat once)

Yo, yo

We can go from the bed to the hot tub

Until you get enough

Mommy I'll call ya bluff and put it up in ya gut

Cuz I'm a gangsta, so I'll hit her wit the gangsta touches

Bottle of henesey, dro and some dutches

Man I'll pull up in like three in the mornin, honkin

You at the door wit a t-shirt on and a thongs

And tellin me come on in get out of the cold

But never the less I hit the flesh and gotta go, rarely though

Let me put a buck in your ear

And let you know I'm the thug of the year

And the last thing I do is care

Legs up, killin it, drillin it

Man she feelin it, shiverin, talkin in tounges

Caddy gotta sprong, daddy long shlong

We get it on, like pong

Stars wit a gangsta twist to it

Now lets do it

So whenever your ready just page me

And you'll see, How I murda, and hearda, the pussy

Baby when your sexin me

I kinda like when ya...murder me

Baby....murder me

(Repeat once)

Hold on baby you gotta holla at the king as your sexual pralus

Is more than wild it's border lined and foul

Your look, your style, that freaky smile

Got me layin dick to ya god bless the child

I get hold it's on I make ya scream and moan

The thugs nature, how could a nigga hate the

Way I flip it, smack it, bounce it, ride it, taste it

Lick her tits, break down the walls the basics

Face it, your fuckin wit a cocksman love

And you defend on the ball like Garry the Glove

Paintin, no relation

Not alot of sation

Brought her own K-Y ready for penetration

I patient, I'll murder the puss when I'm ready

But meanwhile, and me doin this Marvin Gay medley

And you'll murder me the same way I murder you


Baby when your sexin me

I kinda like when ya...murder me

Baby....murder me

(Repeat Once)


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