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letra de dnd - murda b

[introduction]
glah, glah, glah, glah, boom
like
every opp shot
b-tch
glah, glah, glah, glah

[verse 1]
why they talkin’ like i don’t put on
i see me a opp and i always perform
and they popped and they blow
never cappin’ in raps, this the sh-t that i wrote
n-gga cappin, you chillin’ on thirdside, then you got beat, switched him to the opp side
i know all my trendys they gon slide, one phone call and i know that they gon slide
n-gga dumb, he got lined by a b-tch, fell off a stretcher now he in a ditch
hold on the wheel while i bend out the whip
how you run on ya mans when he fell and he tripped (every opp shot)
f-ck that we gon bend on the 8
leave rubi hanging from a gate, rubi a b-tch she got spit in her face, and we smokin’ on rah man this sh-t got me laced (like, 8ohk)
[verse 2]
imma hop out the v start dumpin’
do a drill, heart start pumpin’
n-ggas be cappin, but still ain’t do nothing, we spin through the 8 and we aiming for m-ffins (every opp shot)
and you know that we smokin on d and d, you n-ggas a lie, you not seeing me, pay me for a verse and this sh-t is not free, and i swear when you see me put me on a tee
like how you go out on a mission, could never be me, i woulda got to cl!ckin (every opp shot)
sendin’ shot and i bet i never miss, and i’m always on timing the way that i’m dissin’
rah rah died, left his brains in the cab
see a yg imma let it clap (every opp shot)
‘lila be bussin, got me feelin’ smacked and we smokin’ on mexi, roll him off a flat
and you b-tches know better don’t at me
scary b-tches ain’t lookin, walk past me, if i catch bri, leave her ass in the alley, and no we not lackin’ in taxis
murda b she gon geek on the track and it’s never the cap and i’m talkin’ the facts
how many b-tches be runnin’ their mouths, i don’t know why n-ggas be chattin’ in the app (glah, glah, boom)

[verse 3]
imma hop out the v start dumpin, do a drill, heart start pumpin’ (every opp shot)
n-ggas be cappin, but still ain’t do nothing, we spin through the 8 and we aiming for m-ffins (suck my d-ck)
and you know that we smokin on d and d, you n-ggas a lie, you not seeing me, pay me for a verse and this sh-t is not free, and i swear when you see me put me on a tee (every opp shot, b-tch)

[outro]
suck my d-ck
die drilly (glah)
every opp shot

- murda b

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