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letra de hit - jourdan brothern

[intro]
saucey, you a g*nius
godd-mn, bj with another one

[chorus]
i got murder on my mind
trying to k!ll n-ggas, but them n-ggas on that line
trying to k!ll n-ggas, then i end up with that fine
n-gga get close and you play with me, you gonna end up dying
he gone end up on his phone, go on the net and start lying
got my stick n-gga, i’m gone hit n-gga
got my stick n-gga, i’m gone hit n-gga
got my stick n-gga, i’m gone hit n-gga
got my stick n-gga, i’m gone hit n-gga
[verse]
got this stick, it’s gone shoot b-tch n-ggas
it can shoot fake n-ggas and riding d-ck n-ggas
you brought a knife to a gun fight, i get my l!ck n-ggas
got corona, need some lysol (godd-mn, bj with another one)
n-ggas make me sick, n-gga
take his phone, take his life, take everything he got
take his shoes, take his drip, f-ck it go take his thot
everyday i’m robbing n-ggas, can’t no one make me stop
you the type of b-tch n-gga to make a hit and go flop
sh-t go hard on my momma, tryna make a song with top
she a lil’ snow bunny, on my d-ck she gone hop
shot that n-gga dead, and i just let that body rot
twelve asking f-cking questions, i don’t know who f-cking shot
sneak dissing on the net, now that b-tch n-gga dead
touch up on this f-cking carti, it’s a whole lotta red
choppa go bah bah, shots straight to his head
choppa like his f-cking momma, sent his ass straight to bed
n-gga i’m a f-cking soldier, huh
first to do this sh-t, i feel like i’m soulja
knew that i was gonna be somethin, see i told ya
b-tch you a f-cking hoe, ain’t n0body gone post ya
choppa gonna k!ll these n-ggas
if you want a feature, better book that sh-t
left the album straight in the pan
gotta go back and cook that sh-t
he hide it in his sock, this sh-t ain’t nun to playboi carti
i might have to start my own if you don’t start this party, gang
i’m rich forever n-gga, we ain’t stay together, n-gga
shot that b-tch n-gga, now he light as a f-cking feather, n-gga
i saw a lil’ bad b-tch, and her name was heather, n-gga
we went and cooked them n-ggas
now them n-ggas chicken tenders, n-gga
[chorus]
i got murder on my mind
trying to k!ll n-ggas, but them n-ggas on that line
trying to k!ll n-ggas, then i end up with that fine
n-gga get close and you play with me, you gonna end up dying
he gone end up on his phone, go on the net and start lying
got my stick n-gga, i’m gone hit n-gga
got my stick n-gga, i’m gone hit n-gga
got my stick n-gga, i’m gone hit n-gga
got my stick n-gga, i’m gone hit n-gga

- jourdan brothern

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