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letra de d to da murda - bak jay & fbg murda

[intro: bak jay]
hmm, hmm, come on
mmm, really a monster, a beast, problem, n-gga
ayy (bak)

[chorus: bak jay & fbg murda]
really a monster, a beast, the problem, the young n-gga like to hop out with them yoppers (brr)
they’ll go crazy, he put that b-tch to your face broad day and n0body gon’ stop him (n0body gon’ stop him)
dead man smokin’, i f-cked around, dropped him
no, i don’t want that ho, ’cause she keep causin’ drama (she keep causin’ drama)
murda say he got low, hit that l!ck for them commas
b-tch, we takin’ your soul if you speak on the daughter (takin’ your soul)
b-tch got to tappin’ her friends, she seen who walked in, that’s murda and bak (murda and bak)
promoter ain’t wanna let us in with them gens, but lil’ brother backpack the big-ass drac’ (backpack the big-ass drac’)
waitin’ to murder with over two hundred-somethin’ shots, i’ll leave a n-gga ass in the paint (i’ll leave a n-gga ass in the paint)
bro pulled a pin in the chop, that’s a fully .62, leave a n-gga in bad-ass shape (boom, boom, boom, boom)

[verse 1: bak jay]
from the d to the murder, boy, we gettin’ sh-t hot
we ain’t leavin’ no traces when we spin on k block (spin on k block)
i’ma choose me the racks ‘fore i choose me a thot
know i’m hard than b-tch, you can call me a rock
p-ssy, i’m on your head, don’t get caught with that b-tch again
know she on go, do it all for them benjamins
heard he got hit, what he get bein’ the middleman
flipped over sh-t, i’m legit with this mac-10
flipped over sh-t, he got parked over the highway
totin’ this stick, better not try that sh-t my way (don’t try)
do it for me (grr) the live way
on it since day one and waitin’ ’til friday
call lil’ switch, shootin’ sh-t like davonte
i got a freaky lil’ b-tch with a bag
flexin’ that sh-t, get it took, better not brag (better not brag)
walk up the— then go walk up the pass (go, go)
[chorus: bak jay & fbg murda]
really a monster, a beast, the problem, the young n-gga like to hop out with them yoppers (hop out with yoppers)
they’ll go crazy, he put that b-tch to your face broad day and n0body gon’ stop him (n0body gon’ stop him)
dead man smokin’, i f-cked around, dropped him
no, i don’t want that ho, ’cause she keep causin’ drama
murda say he got low, hit that l!ck for them commas (hit that l!ck)
b-tch, we takin’ your soul if you speak on the daughter (takin’ your soul)
b-tch got to tappin’ her friends, she seen who walked in, that’s murda and bak (that’s murda and bak)
promoter ain’t wanna let us in with them gens, but lil’ brother backpack the big-ass drac’ (he backpack the big-ass drac’)
waitin’ to murder with over two hundred-somethin’ shots, i’ll leave a n-gga ass in the paint (i’ll leave a n-gga ass in the paint)
bro pulled a pin in the chop, that’s a fully .62, leave a n-gga in bad-ass shape (he was in bad-ass shape)

[verse 2: fbg murda]
uh, first shot hit his top, when we pulled off his block, n-gga white tee was already red (was already red)
last n-gga [?] at 5, i had looked in his eyes, boy, i knew that lil’ n-gga was scared (boy, i knew that lil’ n-gga was scared)
we got the lo’ first day, we was sittin’, let a ho walk out of this b-tch and she dead (she dead)
that bag get dropped and them young n-ggas go spinnin’ blocks until they had collect the bread (until they had collect the bread)
b-tch, it’s just me and jay c in the booth, said if he see an opp, i’ma shoot after you (i’ma blow after you)
nothin’ but b-tches and glocks at the lot, i just got fully yercs, hit them hoes by the two (hit them hoes by the two)
unlock the door, boy, i wanna shoot out the court, n-gga, i don’t even blow out the roof (n-gga, i don’t even blow off the roof)
jumped out hittin’ that sh-t, two switches and chops, n-gga might as well go check the news (ha)

[chorus: bak jay & fbg murda]
really a monster, a beast, the problem, the young n-gga like to hop out with them yoppers
they’ll go crazy, he put that b-tch to your face broad day and n0body gon’ stop him (n0body gon’ stop him)
dead man smokin’, i f-cked around, dropped him (yeah, i dropped him)
no, i don’t want that ho, ’cause she keep causin’ drama
murda say he got low, hit that l!ck for them commas
b-tch, we takin’ your soul if you speak on the daughter (takin’ your soul)
b-tch got to tappin’ her friends, she seen who walked in, that’s murda and bak (that’s murda and bak)
promoter ain’t wanna let us in with them gens, but lil’ brother backpack the big-ass drac’ (he backpack the big-ass drac’)
waitin’ to murder with over two hundred-somethin’ shots, i’ll leave a n-gga ass in the paint (i’ll leave a n-gga ass in the paint)
bro pulled a pin in the chop, that’s a fully .62, leave a n-gga in bad-ass shape
[outro: fbg murda]
man, free my brother
[?] free [?] and them
f-ck the opps, free the opps

- bak jay fbg murda

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