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letra de murda murda (feat. bob zigga) - g-status

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murda murda k!ll k!ll
shot that b-tch twice left her dead like road k!ll
told that hoe stay her ass away
she insisted so i made her ass pray
baddest b-tch yea thats me
g-status i’m the realest there could ever be
block block sound of my glock
shot his d-ck off now he calling the cops
don’t ever f-ck with the quiet ones
cute and sweet your ass better never cross me
ain’t nothing worse than a woman scorned
still come on that d-ck then send your ass on
murda murda never underestimate me
triple d raised playing dirty in these streets
n-ggas steady trying come f-ck me
b-tch shut up and come pay me
murda murda

murda murda
k!ll k!ll
she want the god to swing the sword
k!ll bill
you know she see the chain dripping
real spill
i knock the p-ssy out like tyson
real deal
i just move in silence like they got it bugged
walk around the club like i’m not the plug
chilling in the cut like i’m not the sh-t
then i hit her with the hammer like i’m not legit
where my body count where my body count
where the bad b-tches make that body bounce
i’m on yo b-tch like i’m body b-tter
and if that p-ssy top notch b-tch i’m sliding under
sliding all up in it like i’m in her dm
she a church girl i’m pullin out her inner demon
and if her n-gga got a problem that sound personal
but i got shooters that can do some irreversible
not a k!ller but i shoot a lot
michael jackson thriller with the rutger c-cked
once i get it started that’s when you should stop
open up like a shop that’s when you should drop

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