Nomad Mr. Murk City - Make It Home (feat. Moviee215 )

Hook (Moviee215)

Yah... yah yahahh
Aye (yah yah yah)
I sold a 4 out tha pack
First nigga try me get wack
I got da Drac in tha back
Nah I ain’t going out sad
I use to trap out the cab
Dry that dope in a towel
Now I run up the cap
Put my city on the map
See I ain’t never been a hater
I don’t know what it feel like
I’m in tha trap posted up
On the block every night
Pussy nigga Yeah
I’ma make it home
That’s why I keep that
Big 40 for ya dome


Verse 1 (Nomad Mr. Murk City):

My trap ain’t got no ceilings
We just tryna get a Million
Catching plays hitting licks
Like the lotto what a feeling
Dog food gon have’em sleeping
While they standing on they feet
Else they tripping off the scooby
Got em rolling in the street
Murk City Killumbia
We tha mob Fuck the music
Going Nike for the check
Pussy nigga we just do it
Load tha 40 cock tha hammer
Pull the trigger in ya face
Leave a nigga Harlem Shaking
Need a plug like Mitch & Ace
All my life been under pressure
Like a nigga under oath
Got me stressing bout the money
Pray I never go broke
Hit tha trap Roll a blunt
Smoking gas on tha second floor
Treat this beat like Ike did Tina
You know what it’s hitting fo’ (pussy nigga)


Hook 2 (Moviee215):

4 out tha pack
First nigga try me get wack
I got da Drac in tha back
Nah I ain’t going out sad
I use to trap out the cab
Dry that dope in a towel
Now I run up the cap
Put my city on the map
See I ain’t never been a hater
I don’t know what it feel like
I’m in tha trap posted up
On the block every night
Pussy nigga Yeah
I’ma make it home
That’s why I keep that
Big 40 for ya dome


Verse 2 (Moviee215):

I was stuck in tha trap
My daddy was moving that crack
Bought new clips for tha Mac
I was in a Benz in tha back
Yeah I was moving that fat
Yeah I was scaling tha weight
They say was starting to starve
Baby, sorry I made ya wait (I did)
We don’t eat Aretha Franklins
This a Dinner Date
My favorite smoker Anna Mae
I made her Eat tha Cake
My favorite 40 at ya hairline
Rearrange ya tape
I’m already out on 2 bonds
I hope I beat tha case
My lawyer paid up
Had to clear tha safe
See we don’t eat tha same
I gotta different taste
See I want Filet Mignon
You want a fish filet
And I just cleaned every bullet
That I put in this K


Hook 3 (Moviee215):

I sold a 4 out tha pack
First nigga try me get wack
I got da Drac in tha back
Nah I ain’t going out sad
I use to trap out the cab
Dry that dope in a towel
Now I run up the cap
Put my city on the map
See I ain’t never been a hater
I don’t know what it feel like
I’m in tha trap posted up
On the block every night
Pussy nigga Yeah
I’ma make it home
That’s why I keep that
Big 40 for ya dome
Ya ya yahahhh

Written by:
WALTER JENKINS

Publisher:
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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