MURDA
FOE Cell & Young Kam
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If I pop out with that burner It's gon be a murder That 40 hurt ya Or maybe even murk ya Don't make mistakes I can't take these hoes on dates They take the bait But steady calling me fake Bitch I'm exotic Riding around topless My bro smoke toxic If I cop it he got it Cause I stay solid 20 bands in each pocket Ain't ever flopping Taking off like a rocket Keep that blicky by ya side cuz you never know who watching you, If he talking crazy I'll show em what this glock'll do Then I take his bitch and I'll show her what this cock'll do let the top down niggas bussing out the coupe, Murderham I done lost so many niggas to this street life So much pain in my head I can't sleep right One to ya brain leave you dead ya mama traumatized Niggas make a killing off of homicides no pun intended We the realest niggas in it We the realest niggas spinning All that shit you talking in ya raps boy you better live it I'll push ya shit back leave you bald like Krillin And I pray to god my dawg don't catch that sentence If I pop out with that burner It's gon be a murder That 40 hurt ya Or maybe even murk ya Don't make mistakes I can't take these hoes on dates They take the bait But steady calling me fake Bitch I'm exotic Riding around topless My bro smoke toxic If I cop it he got it Cause I stay solid 20 bands in each pocket Ain't ever flopping Taking off like a rocket Gon be a murder Bitch I'm a convicted felon Let a nigga try me I take him to meet his reverend RIP next to his name He resting in heaven He ain't the first one out the group He with his brethren I don't show mercy These niggas can't ever hurt me I see the animosity Clearly he wanna murk me But he not like that If I push him he won't fight back His hoe was flirting I took his bitch and I piped that If I pop out with that burner It's gon be a murder That 40 hurt ya Or maybe even murk ya Don't make mistakes I can't take these hoes on dates They take the bait But steady calling me fake Bitch I'm exotic Riding around topless My bro smoke toxic If I cop it he got it Cause I stay solid 20 bands in each pocket Ain't ever flopping Taking off like a rocket
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Written by: Kamren Williams, Marcell Jones
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