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letra de murda this, murda that - murda b, set da trend & tata

[verse 1: tata]
pass me the knock, on bro, i’ll go ku
call me ‘pac cause i carry the deuce
might better duck if i slide in this goose and my feet to big they can’t fit in my shoes
she say she a virgin but her p-ssy loose
oh, this b-tch think i’m boo boo the fool
b-tch, i’m with murda, she throw off the train, i might pull up with thunder ain’t talkin’ no shoots

[chorus: murda b & tata]
murda let the bullets just rip through her guts
why ya talking about me when i give no f-cks
f-ck that b-tch ass cause she move like a mutt
better move out the way when i’m throwing these slugs
like, murda this, murda that
ya just putting my name up in tracks
stop lying and sh-t but let’s gеt to the facts
you the reason ya homiе got packed

murda this, murda that
like, lil notti never coming back
that lil dummy traveling in a pack and that dummy got put in a box, like [?]

[verse 2: set da trend]
setty, you know i’m quick to attack
came with the smith and move like that man in black
i’m tryna put that boy under
17 shots [?] feel like tucker
you know i’m not with the chuckin
setty that n-gga that pump it in public
spin through the 8 and they runnin’
[?] got hit and he still ain’t do nothing
like how?
honcho got shot in his stomach
n-ggas be talkin’ but they know how my n-ggas coming
move to the [?] he got hit in his m-ffin
always be talkin like [?]
[verse 3: tata]
why these n-ggas be cappin’ and sh-t
like they ain’t tough they just rappin’ and sh-t
round of applause, i be clappin’ her sh-t, like “oh my god, what happened to him?”
shorty ridin’ my d-ck like a rodeo
got a drac’ i ain’t talkin’ no ovo
and these n-ggas keep dissin’ and dyin’
they cap on the net and go out by a pokey doke

[verse 4: murda b & set da trend]
i’m tryna hop out the v, if i catch me a 8, oh n-gga, imma geek
back out the 40, n-gga, let it squeeze
if i catch me a opp, leave him on his knees
i’m tryna let all the bullets go fly
he can get shot if he jack e4 rah
f-ck dotty this sh-t got me high i won’t mention that b-tch who got shot in her eye
f-ck mex
and i’m leaving all you b-tches vexed
better run when i back out the tec
imma keep shooting ’till there’s nun left (like grrah)

you better duck or lay low
stay with baddie she movin’ like j. lo
nesty got hit with the v and then case closed
scoring for jay ripk, flockin for nazzy
i’m on the well two guns they siamese
strapped up, i ain’t dej loaf, come try me
head tap that boy do not need a id
she hear i’m spanish so she call me papi
gun gotta kick i do not know karate
33 on me i feel like i’m scottie
i-i am mohamed so don’t try to box me
if you gon top me, lil’ b-tch, do it sloppy
[verse 5: tata & set da trend]
tell me i’m nice with the rock
41, we got this sh-t on lock
man, why these n-ggas never on they block
i hit a stop and make a n-gga drop
how is these n-ggas claiming they my opps
30 clip feel like stephen with the pot
you not a ooter, n-gga, pass the knocks
shot after shot until a body drop

- murda b set da trend tata

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