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& Gudda to eat a few niggas back up Murder Murder Steel Steel uh huuuh Holla at ya dude Call the coronor man the track Has just been murded Check me out I,
talerent black mack in back pack black jack amd holla Since any turbelince will go privodince keep the murder tince in the ampalla minch any murded prints no
tince in the ampalla minch any murded prints no actknowledge meant i got to work sir she's in college miss if i like her i'm cuffing her the wife
I see the dead Redrum backwards A murder No i haven't heard Of ya Fronting gon' you Get you murded son Yes you are a burden Bruh Can't fuck with
that thang in motion His devotion ,yea he coming home Leave the scene messy, When he Murded that Killing pussy, Killa cat This cootu gone throw it back
Baby mani Off the liquor 2 am We out The club She ain’t Leaving with No scrub She don’t fuck Wit anyone Just us Murded out inside This rover
shit had to take a extra clip yeah she grabbing on my dick while I’m swerving through this bitch get u murdered in this bitch Never murded with
nigga are talented Hustle mode activated Noah hope you got body bags Cos this beat is about to get murded For the money power and respect Running
new bitch in the crib, pussy murded So much cash on me makes you jealous That's why I fucked your best friend, super rebellious I'm a little hellion But
murded my blood on his sons bday Cant feel for your tears You ain't walk through my rain We was strippers n Mansion parties On the tour bus we was going
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