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letra de murda gang (remix) - lil fire

[intro]
put the music back on

[verse 1: lil fire]
murda gang
sh-t goes hard like a boomerang
on my mind, i got a hundred things
b-tch is hard, wanna make her scream
fill the cup with a lot of lean
eyes closed like a wet dream
soaked in with the blood stains
young ones call me lightskin
goth b-tch cause i like it
b-tches get divided
get high like lightning
drugs get me minded
lil gas keep going up cause i’m top ten like vicodin
[verse 2: lil gas]
murda gang
be so gassed i forgot the saying
pour me up another cup of lean
shoot him in his spleen
b-tches be starting to call me mean
b-tches be acting like they clean
snitches think the clean
my raps be fresh and clean
b-tches call me mr. clean
double cup with the lean
shoot a opp in his spleen
rock the shot with the beam
eyes closed like a dream
p-ssy filled with whipped cream
snitches acting like they mickey mouse
i ain’t ever been to the clubhouse
oo

[verse 3: lil fire]
murda gang
my b-tch ain’t black or white
b-tch p-ssy pretty tight
hoes spread like a friday night
pull up and we gon’ fight
shot a opp, make ’em see the light
trip out when i trip the sprite
lift right out with gas in flight
[verse 4: queezy_the_gangster]
murda gang
i had to hop on and do the thang
i do best, that’s choking mans
i’m trash? you gotta be joking man
queezy and i’m toting things
fill the truck all up with ‘caine
these dawgs thought i wasn’t sh-t and now i’m hopping on the track
glock 19 in the back
47 with a strap
i’m no longer snorting crack
just tryna get back
smoking up a whole pack
i’ll sip some lean
turn him to a ghost when i shoot the beam
thetopseed ain’t got the means
to f-ck with me again, that’s what it seems

[outro: queezy_the_gangster]
murda gang, b-tch

- lil fire

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