murder they wrote lyrics – chamillionaire

(feat. killa kyleon, lil’ ray)

[killa kyleon]
yeah
that’s right
hey
run it

fly boy eighty fo’s for my landing gear
runway lights on my neck wrist hand and ear
i look like a chandelier you can point the camera here
alert tmz, because the man is here
hey, i’m so photogenic, gratzi paparazzi
i’m looking like money you try’na get it watch me
just got my pilots license and a fly ride
only difference is i don’t drive i skydive
haters try’na pull my parachute but i’m in the wind
i’m in sumthin’ jet blue, no top, b*tter skin
i’m hotter than a furnace and i just left ??
y’all talking wood wheel but a n*gg* really turnin (hey)
first cl*ss killa, y’all n*gg*s coach
y’all get slices, i get loafs
mile high club, elite access
i’m a g-four jet y’all n*gg*s southwest (yeah!)
let’s talk money cause i’m bout that
man killa you broke, yeah i so doubt that
i know you haters would like to see a n*gg* off note
but i am not a singer if that’s what’cha hope
i’m three times crazy like the boy out the oak
man i’m the sh*t, (i’m the sh*t) y’all sh*t don’t float (hey)
b*tch *ss n*gg*s keep dropping that stoap
while i walk in this booth and keep dropping that dope
i’m gettin green like scope, b*tches gargle my d*ck
and i a in’t even gotta ask cause they swallow don’t spit
y’all sorta like my hoes y’all n*gg*s don’t spit
i hear you n*gg*s records you ain’t talking bout sh*t (yeah!)

[lil ray]
psycho-path whip, suicide on the d*mn doors
gucci backpack i ain’t never rock jansport
green paper stacks from the ceiling to the d*mn floor
dollar signs money m.o.e. is what i stand for
slab cars out for the h*ll of it when get boy
black chevy, black dodge, black lac, black porsche
black seats, black floors, black skin, black porsche
freak b*tches tell me is my pants is a black horse
vote for barack, sh*t we all made a black choice
neck already platinum what the f*ck i need it plaque for?
black diamonds in the wrist, well time to add more
black hoes, black wh*r*s, white bricks, black source
black jordans, ice grill, rose gold, yella boy
drankin’ on that medication syruped out skelator
legendary with the blue pill call me eddie george
run it like a running-back, projects door-to-door
we say forty-fo’ y’all say forty-four
dirty south, different slang, different kane, better drugs
bigger bucks, sniffin’ mugs, what up blood, what up cuz
y’all make it rain and drizzle, we make it rain and flood
boys say they hustlin’ but lying like welcome rugs
duece fo’s on each car i ride in like kobe, brah
underneath my seat is high heat stay packing slugs
just in case they try to jack it like lettermans
i’m so sick i need more than exced’rins
asthma attack tracks like kanye, no hesitance
y’all n*gg*s jock lil ray swag it’s irrelevant
get so much brain i am filled with intelligence
ed hardy* jean pockets deep full of gelaton
name ten rappers i ain’t better than
y’all n*gg*s suck that’s evident, paid like federline
and “f*ck lil ray ” no thanks i’m celibate
prada kicks on my car ??
in the streets so much my popularity is like the president
they don’t wanna see a n*gg* levitate, cause they hoes
playa haters with disease call jealousy
never misdemeanor, i’m felony
cut beyonce and made her sing in that falsetta melody
boss hogg run the streets heavily
young n*gg* stay with old money i got gwap from the seventies
pull up in that drop on them elliots
i call the rims missy elliots because the lips on ’em are very thick
candy red paint looking cherry-ish
styrofoam cup full of purple, no alcoholic beverages

it’s lil ray ya b*tch!

/ chamillionaire lyrics