Only Murders In The Building | Title Song | Bgm

That's it right there, Let me see something. Man you something serious ya heard me. Some might consider this a problem, I easily fall in love. Excuse me If I touch, you the baddest in the club I desire your body, exotic, I just cant get enough You the baddest thing (oh, ohh, ohhoh) You the baddest in tha buildin' My money super right Got whatever parked outside you can leave with me if you like You tha baddest in tha buildin Do it in the mirror, make your body jerk (Pressure when we sex'n so it's gotta hurt) Got your hand on my head while I'm chewin' on your kitty I'm the cutest in the city in tha collar shirt Gotta million dollar swagg pants hang off my ass And the money commin' fast, sell alot of work Few festivities we can peep this evening Thinking we can both leave we don't need a reason Got the window top flight out to Puerto Pico Butt-naked in the tub with tha eden' steamer Put the weed up when you see the people 90 day tech for a misdemeanor My chick Stelina might get pissed at me, If she catch me sneakin' with another skeezer Wild out in the club, real street nigga hold ya bottles up Other niggas women tend to follow us I'm in the V.I.P. section don't bother us You know you couldn't see me with binoculars Pappariatzi think's I'm popular Luca Brasi get's on top of her Make her holla like an opera (All these lights in the house All tha candles in tha bathroom Step out of ya bath robes, And welcome to my class room) Bubble gum, Bubble bath, mo' positions Life jury-cited know some mo' postions Spread your booty cheeks imma lick all in between While I hit you from the back in the slow position Get it from the side, Get on top and let you ride Then after that you can do that bad position My money super right Got whatever parked outside you can leave with me if you like You tha baddest in tha buildin I just spotted the baddest bitch in the building tonight And I ain't leavin' less she leavin' with me I over heard you told tell ya girl ya nigga wasn't fucking you right I been drinking plus I done threw me back three Imma hit you with uhhh that I done came down I ain't finna' front you the fly-est thing round Head to tha toes, shoes to tha clothes Ducks get played, bad bitches get choose Bad bitches get their ears neck and wrist froze Boss bitch swag, you be shittin' on them hoes Love when you pose when them niggas take flicks Pull up to the club stuntin' hard in the six, six Drop the top I pull out the knot, I make all them hoes bow down to you Cause they ain't on ya level, imma change ya life They ain't got no business hangin' round with you I'm down to do anything you down do, Go anywhere you down to go You don't wanna make love imma beat it up, But when you 'bout to bust imma start grinding uhhhh Baddest in the building My money super right Got whatever parked outside you can leave with me if you like You tha baddest in tha building

It's hot like hell in the south It feel like we in the devil mouth in the south So white boys trippin' 'cause we iced out Cool as a cucumber hoppin' out A '73 Impala with the brains blowed out Let the robbers follow Swear to God, fuck nigga, get your brain blowed out Your baby momma followed or your man shot down I'm from Martin Luther King, respect it it's holy ground Who'd a thought a nigga out a shotgun house Would ever drive a car with a angel that bow I'm the shit 'cause I come from the bowels The guts of the city, ain't a nigga fuckin' with me Young player from the South, tell stories like Biggie Take the King's English, paint pictures so vivid That the listener will swear to God they lived it If that ain't God in motion, nigga tell me what is it? The church ladies weep when they hear ya man speak They say they see God in me, but I'm in the streets They ask me why I'm rappin', tell me I'm called to preach I smile, I kiss 'em on they honey brown cheeks I tell'em God bless'em and they can serve for me But you can never walk on water if you still fear the sea If Jesus came back, Mother, where you think he'd be? Probably in these streets with me, peace Came out the valley of the shadow of death Judas still got the knife in my back Devil's tryin' to get with G like a crab Haters mad 'cause I baptized my laugh Keep a Jesus piece to protect myself If heaven got a ghetto you can bet I'll be there God is with me God is in me God is in me To get to heaven I will raise hell But before I be a servant in white heaven I will rule in a black hell See the leader jumpin' out a black SL On the block like 'Yes, yeah, the truth here' Living reckless for a necklace and big chain The wages of sin is death not the chain gang Touch my chain, I bang bang bang Leader of the Grind Time Rap Gang mang We a squadron of God's marksmen Greek heroes, we the new Titans Young Achilles, nigga, I will kill these niggas No homo, I just don't feel these niggas Laid back seeing panoramic views It's a angelic view, the sky so blue Similar to my diamonds and they hue I pray my success is a torment to you God MC boy, ex d-boy Only thing real in a room full of decoys Angel wings got a nigga flying higher I hope my success burn you like hellfire I hope seeing me whip cars dressed fresh Torments your ass like a man possessed Be blessed, amen Came out the valley of the shadow of death Judas still got the knife in my back Devil's tryin' to get with G like a crab Haters mad 'cause I baptized my laugh Keep a Jesus piece to protect myself If heaven got a ghetto you can bet I'll be there God is with me God is in me God is in me

Girl you know you Girl you know you Baddest in the building ain't fucking with you Girl you know you Girl you know you Baddest in the building ain't fucking with you Girl you know you Baddest in the building ain't fucking with you Baddest in the building ain't fucking with you Uh, you the baddest in the building You look like you should have my children Pretty face, small waist (small waist) Big tits, dumb cakes (dumb cakes) Where the fuck yo nigga at I don't see him nowhere around this bitch That nigga clown he broke I'm rich I'm having my money I'm having my bread I'm having my paper I'm having my chips He stay at at the motel six I stay at the Ritz My dick got replay value His needs some help He getting bad reviews-yelp She staring at a nigga I ain't talking steps Tell a nigga get to stepping you found someone else I'm hella high right now, whiskey, twisted, and I'm lit Give it to me, throw it at me, I don't need a catcher's mitt Whachu got? You got yams (yams) You follow me on Instagram? I tell you what Meet me where it's at, all black Twenty-one plus I be winning Blackjack Hold the fuck up No I ain't stuck up I just like my guys like my shoes Ya know, loafed up Going with that bro stuff I be on the go-go Do some tricks with a nigga Leave him hanging like a yo-yo I ride the ride too I wasn't built for a photo I be off that Earl Stevens, I be leaning like a photo Hold on (40 water) I just got a call from her man Little rascal, alfalfa Got a frog in his pants I'm like ribbit I don't fly spirit No I ain't no dolce(?) but I hustle like I'm dancing One door is tinted, roll it down, see a glint snow(?) Money make me cum Hundred thousand in my penny jar I ain't got it in me They ain't fucking with me Get rich or die trying That ain't really fucking fit me Baddest in the building Baddest in the building Ain't fucking with you Ain't fucking with you Baddest in the building Baddest in the building Ain't fucking with you

Shit everything this shit Come from us out the fucking mud You know what I'm saying We them ones You already know we them ones Just imagine where we trying to go with this shit They ain't wanna let us in now my niggas Buy the building It's a movie in here somebody better film it Haters mad when we pull up We get all the bitches They ain't wanna let us in now my niggas Buy the building It's a movie in here somebody better film it Haters mad when we pull up We get all the bitches Yea Niggas hate cause I be killing yea And my latest bitch Rockin Amiri yea Look at myself in the mirror yea Mirror yea Know I'm looking at a killa Yea All about the skrilla yea Skrilla yea On my way to a million yea Million Yea On my way to a million yea They ain't wanna let us in Now my niggas buy the building yea Yea All this ice you need chinchilla yea Summer time And it's feeling like it's winter year Yea They know Lucky T a big spender yea Yea And they know I'm bout my business yea Yea Don't put me in yo mention yea Yea Next weekend I'm in Bentley yea Yea Do this shit in remembrance For all my niggas not here They ain't wanna let us in now my niggas Buy the building It's a movie in here somebody better film it Haters mad when we pull up We get all the bitches They ain't wanna let us in now my niggas Buy the building It's a movie in here somebody better film it Haters mad when we pull up We get all the bitches

Only in sleep I see their faces, Children I played with when I was a child, Louise comes back with her brown hair braided, Annie with ringlets warm and wild. Only in sleep Time is forgotten— What may have come to them, who can know? Yet we played last night as long ago, And the doll-house stood at the turn of the stair. The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces, I met their eyes and found them mild— Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder, And for them am I too a child? Only in sleep I see their faces, Children I played with when I was a child, Louise comes back with her brown hair braided, Annie with ringlets warm and wild. Only in sleep Time is forgotten— What may have come to them, who can know? Yet we played last night as long ago, And the doll-house stood at the turn of the stair. The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces, I met their eyes and found them mild— Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder, And for them am I too a child? Am i a child Aaahhhhhhh A child Aaaaaahhhhhhh Am i a child Oooooohhhh A child Am i a child A child.