Morrisson x Nito NB – Paid In Blood Lyrics

Morrisson x Nito NB – Paid In Blood ( Lyrics ) Letra Morrisson Morrisson x Nito NB – Paid In Blood ( Lyrics )

I move around with the Savages and if
you’re with and you cannot angang
with us you can find me on a new blocks
with a couple mes and a couple Africans
respectfully I’m Merc this Nic with a
cal voice tone and David at if you’re
team at R through seven figures trapping
you ain’t on man’s level when you cannot
chat to us you appreciate and value
money more after being broken ground not
me fuckle your motivation on a different
level when you’re forc to grow out
watching your mother struggle even
though one on my Ood loves me I’m still
strapped cuz I don’t trust the jungle
cuz the Ood can love you but it still
kill you man I’ve seen it happen rest up
nipy H let’s get it first things first
it’s family first the money comes second
like a run up when it comes to investing
in my kids I ain’t watching no bill up
last week I Spent A Milli and I’m
already about to buy another one my old
friends with some new friends cuz my old
friends weren’t working hard enough and
if you grow up in a nice home in a nice
and you’re a lucky one cuz you was
living good while we struggled on cancel
state with the rest of the strugglers
and if you grow up in a happy family
sorry my G you ain’t one of us cuz our
are giving us beatings with belts your
moms kiss you and cuddled you it rough
you know we given all CH a tough up back
then it was a straight one on ones then
the others come to us how the bus are
gone Game Changer a gaug replace a CU
man tried to shoot me but they shot the
man next to me I laugh like you need to
aim straight was in the trenches even
one the attacker was defending on theway
to L AC DC I’m up with a six engine I
made a lot of money but I didn’t
invested I was if I famar my bit I
was getting Young Money feeling like
Drake before he left Wayne and he went
independent they DS me on socials but I
don’t watch what they say on the net yo
look out your burn of account sign in
your person s with chest I pay cash for
this watch on my wrist and I pay cash
for this chain on my neck and I pay for
this life in blood but the one thing I
didn’t do is pay for respect they diss
me on socials but I don’t watch what
they say on the neck look out your burn
of account and sign in your person set
chest I pay cash for this watch on my
wrist and I pay cash for this chain of
my neck and I pay for this life in blood
but the thing I didn’t do is for a Qui
time look deep in his face and my friend
with onl war got them more bro s
their friends won’t die mom loves me
regardless even if I caught me a body so
I ain’t loving any the same there Frozen
you know how that goes thought it was
sweet do we play with his brain now
who’s this you you turn you’ll be the
guy try go on a Glide and get cold Fe
and say you no wonder your dad don’t a
run he wasn’t on raising a me I’m
on raising a stick with a b a clip iing
a kid so heed on the Strip if it’s that
we a where you live I grow up with a
mares and yard men trust them my target
back then hammers I would ask them get
them riding with Hit Men get
caught and scream out then like I
swear from you won’t say it I’m up in
your face I find it
fny through the hood what a big mistake
I move around with the Savages and if
you’re with and you cannot hang
with us you can find me on a new blocks
with a couple mares and a couple
Africans respectfully I’m this nicely
with a cal voice tone and David at if
your teamate R through seven figures
trapping you ain’t on man’s level when
you cannot chat to us you appreciate and
value money more after being broken
ground up with fuckle your motivation on
a different level when you forc to gr
watching your mother struggle even
though one on my Ood loves me I’m still
strapped cuz I don’t trust the jungle
cuz the can love you but it still K i’
seen it rest up let get it they diss me
on socials but I don’t watch what they
say on the net yo look out your burn of
account sign in your person s with chest
I pay cash for this watch on my wrist
and I pay cash for this chain on my neck
and I pay for this life in blood but the
one thing I didn’t do is pay for respect
they diss me on socials but I don’t
watch what they say on the nck yo look
out your burn of account and sign in
your personal s chest I pay cash for
this watch on my wrist and I pay cash
for this chain on my neck and I pay for
this life and blood but the one thing I
didn’t do is pay for
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Morrisson – I Made It Lyrics ft Broadday

Morrisson – I Made It ( Lyrics) ft Broadday Letra Morrisson Morrisson – I Made It ( Lyrics) ft Broadday
Verse 1: Morrisson
I used to live in a council estate
Now I live in a mansion with gates
I did it again
Someone order a casket, I’m killin’ my game
Now my ego is growin’ as big as my chain
Your’ life won’t get better by chance
It only gets better with change
So start making changes
You cannot get rich quick and rush greatness
You need to work hard and stay patient
Until you make it
When my brothers go jail, I make sure we’re good and drop p-s to the fam’
When your’ brothers go jail, you just post up a picture of them with the caption “Free all the gang”
Free all the gang, free all the gang
I hеar what you sayin’, man free all the gang
But your’ brother’s in jail and needs help with his lawyеr
And the only thing you’ve done is say free all the gang
I got fed to the wolves in the streets, then came back home leadin’ the pack
Now they call me the general
I stepped in the bando with nothing to loose
And didn’t leave ‘till I got in my bag like my testicles
I was runnin’ ‘round with guns bigger than me
Trynna’ put men to sleep in the field like a festival
Now I’m gettin’ money of downloads and streams
And for shellin’ down shows and shuttin’ down festivals
Like, mummy I made it (Made it)
Even though the odds was against me
The cops was against me, the opps was against me
They all tried to stop me but couldn’t stop nothing
Mummy I made it (Mummy I made it)
I don’t stop when I’m tired, I’ll just stop when I’m done, and it’s mission complete
If you ain’t puttin’ food in my kids mouth to eat, then it’s fuck you and fuck your’ opinion on me
Yeah, yeah, then it’s fuck you and fuck your’ opinion on me
I got mandem that’s taller and bigger than me
But when they see me they salute me and look up to me
Cuz’ they know what I’ve done, and they know what I’ve ‘been on
From guns that I buss, to the blocks that I’ve rid on
I’ve ‘been breakig down packs all my life in the T
Like I broke up that fight between Headie and Tion
Interlude: Morrisson & Broadday
Like, mummy I made it
I cut down a crop and the feds never found it
Like, mummy I made it
I done a booting 3 hours away and made it back home like
Mummy I made it
I was on the M-way with a boot full of packs and I made it back home
Like, mummy I made it
I got nicked for an M and attempted murder and got NFA like
Mummy I made it

Verse 2: Broadday
Leave it out
Leave him on the back-road, bleedin’ out
In the dirtiest bando, in and out
Real gangster, I ain’t really into clout
One sniff of the cocaine had her pinging out of her face
Put on bare weight now I’ve lost all my pace
What you doin’ with her? You ain’t the same age
Big man in the wokhouse hidin’ their case
Oi, Aron have a word with your’ mates (Funny guy)
Somalian fella, I ain’t gonna’ lie I love me a white bird
Sun tan, fake titts, and a tight skirt
If I slip in her – then it might hurt
Broadday and Morrisson just made a gully song
Wonder how it would be, if I didn’t pick up this red bandana
Probably in the same situtation as C Montana
Or on a private jet like Gucci Mane
Tired of the ding-dongs, now we want Wraiths
Free Greezy, he’s known for drillin’ it bait
Those who don’t hear must feel
Those who don’t drill, must drill
Those who get nicked best go in the interview and keep it sealed
I’m known for the drills and keepin’ it real
Like, he got stabbed and he got bun
We step into parties to ruin the fun
Shoot up the function, shoot up the club
Shoot up anywhere, I’m loose with the gun
Broadday had mums loosin’ their’ sons
And had them stressin’ ‘bout funeral funds (Hahaha)
It’s an ugly game, but it’s beautiful bruv
Trap House Mob
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