NicolleMurdaa - Slayer Lyrics

Please do not test the slayer
Might send you to meet ya maker
Smoking on that good shit
Imported straight from Jamaica
Middle finger to a hater
Murdaa a bully straight violator
Bring ya girl round me leave the bitch on a respirator

Cutting people off like I was Edward with the scissor hands
Niggas know how I stand
Ten toes down knees locked
Come out of pocket
You got two options
Either get popped or get rocked
The barrel of the shotty in ya mouth like pop rocks
My hustle won't stop don't stop till Jersey on top
I be getting to that bag
Poppin tags
Leaving toes tagged
I be stunting like evil kenevil
I am the good and the evil
Hop in the church the preacher start pleading and screaming to Jesus
Like Lord please help me just looked in the eyes of a demon
My name in the back of ya bitches throats like some semen
Niggas cross me and I start plottin and schemin
Niggas know I am the meanest
I turn doubters into believers
Got arrested and dominated the court like I was Serena
Got you scary niggas tip toein like a ballerina
Got you looking like sweetness, sweetness, sweetness

Please do not test the slayer
Might send you to meet ya maker
Smoking on that good shit
Imported straight from Jamaica
Middle finger to a hater
Murdaa a bully straight violator
Bring ya girl round me leave the bitch on a respirator
Please do not test the slayer
Might send you to meet ya maker
Smoking on that good shit
Imported straight from Jamaica
Middle finger to a hater
Murdaa a bully straight violator
Bring ya girl round me leave the bitch on a respirator

Snatching collar bones off of bitches tryna f*ck up my cash flow
This Nina sent a kiss of death
Hollow tip wanna see wassup with ya temple
Bust a couple shots and then I ride my nigga dick to this tempo
He love my movimiento
Love feeling on mi cuerpo
Yeah he loving the tattoos
Loving how hood I am
I nickname the ratchet Pam
I'm starting a band
Nina the singer Tommy the drumma
We coming thru ya window like bruh man
Make this shit a classic like an episode of Martin
I approach niggas like a Spartan
Send a couple shots thru his torso
Lookin like he caught the holy ghost
Packin that scotty with the long nose
I like watching the bodies of my opps decompose
I keep my wrist on froze
But my Giuseppe's stay clean
No matter how messy the murder scene
Please do not approach me no matter how friendly murdaa seems
Ski mask and all black be my color scheme
I'm driving the hooptie and I'm the shooter
Busting the ruga at ya medulla
Please do not f*ck with my mulla
I'm a sharp shooter with them laser beams would've thought I was a storm trooper

Please do not test the slayer
Might send you to meet ya maker
Smoking on that good shit
Imported straight from Jamaica
Middle finger to a hater
Murdaa a bully straight violator
Bring ya girl round me leave the bitch on a respirator
Please do not test the slayer
Might send you to meet ya maker
Smoking on that good shit
Imported straight from Jamaica
Middle finger to a hater
Murdaa a bully straight violator
Bring ya girl round me leave the bitch on a respirator

I'm a low-down cutthroat dirty jerz nigga
If it ain't about money then I'm swerving ya
If it ain't about ya own pockets then it shouldn't concern ya
Niggas worried bout mine imma wet that nigga up like Irma
Hold up pause and rewind that
I am a boss rockin that Fenty
Cutting up the raw with the Fentanyl
Niggas don't know about that at all
Ya don't know bout this trappin shit
Ya just hop on the mic start rappin about it
I grab the mac and go immaculate the way I hit ya back with it

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