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letra de murda gardens - dochay

[kidd adamz talks]
down in the streets, they call it murder! brrat!

[dochay verse]
dochay!
talk bullsh-t and get d-rosed, crossed over no egos
i step back and take a big shot like angry birds no rio
n-ggas p-ssy they stay quiving, but it’s all good like where ye meeting
y’all big birds y’all stay tweeting, then twitter cook it y’all stay beefing
rappers lookin’ i stay easin’, i’ve never played p-ssy n-gga
rappers sayin’ they flow sick well y’all been playing hooky n-gga
i been talkin’ light i don’t wanna trip, f-ck that flip the k!ll switch
i keep a 223 so from long rage i still hit
ammunition like it’s iraq, when we comin’ we come direct
n-ggas out here bullsh-ttin’ then f-ck around and get chi-wrecked
f-ckin’ round and get dispatched, murda gardens yeah this that
city of murder where if you get heard of we’ll give you that 2pac gift pack
i never slip cause i grip that, big thing it got kick back
and a long d-ck for y’all p-ssy boys cause y’all p-ssy boys can’t resist that
rappers lookin’ all sideways tell them crooked n-ggas get they sh-t straight
y’all been makin’ good music but y’all know my sh-t ye
droppin’ crack like escobar so y’all feind for my mixtape
my last track ain’t get recess but i bet this sh-t get play
when i k!ll n-ggas i don’t leave a clue, klux in this motherf-cker
dochay winnin’ while b-tches losin’ who sucks in this motherf-cker
i put it in she say “oh dear!” the bucks in this motherf-cker
i stroke her fast i call it rush hour chris tuck in this motherf-cker
dochay that, dochay that, dochay that n-gga
she say i’m a lil boy but when i whip it out i’m way bigger
this b-tch not nina so i can’t lay with her
and i don’t cuff no p-ssy, so i just let k hit her!

[kidd adamz verse]
i go front line when it’s war time, grab the 45 and kick a door down
know young ballers got young shooters that’ll make it rain and pour it down
funds low gotta get it up, scope ya crib just to stick it up
it’s murda gardens n-ggas ill as f-ck, probably f-ck your b-tch or get your rental bucked
oh you ridin’ in a foreign huh, run up on ya -ss cause they in the cut
with the pistol up screaming give it up for we smoke ya -ss like indica
since a young n-gga i was raised different, savage n-ggas i hanged with them
hippie thug cause i live that but don’t play shooter put 8 in ya
my young n-ggas kick doors before they finished school and got grades in em
my older n-ggas flip dope before and said f-ck school cause they ain’t wit it
scott lake, 9th ward, just purple flags no tom ford
just young n-ggas who g-ngb-ng, that love money that’ll die for it
i ain’t gon’ lie i work hard for it, kick a door in or drive by for it
so why spend it on dime wh0r-s that i really ain’t got time for
not to mention that they plot with n-ggas, so i keep a distance from the opposition
talking business we can talk for years but if you talking sl!ck then i’ma the pop the clip in
n-gga pop the clip in, i just might pop the clip in..
ha, two shots, i just might pop the clip in!

- dochay

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