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letra de one mic freestyle - murda b

[intro]
if you hear your name in this song, suck my d-ck
if you mad about it, suck my d-ck, word

[verse]
n-ggas know i don’t got nothin’ to prove, b-tches d-ck ridin’ me to get lit
and i’m standin’ on everything, all of the sh-t that i said, all that doa sh-t to my d-ck
and these n-ggas be talkin’, but when they see me in person, they beggin’ me just for a fl!ck
and i’m seein’ a lot of talkin’ on the media, b-tches tryna get under my skin and it’s like oh, god
when n-ggas gonna stop suckin’ my d-ck while they gettin’ paid 9-to-5 workin’ a job?
when n-ggas gonna go give me my flowers? it feel like the spot that i made, it got robbed
how fast n-ggas switch up like they all been hatin’, i peeped it, i swear that sh-t was really odd
i catch lil’ rubi or enny, they smoke on my kid, now i roll up dummy in a box
i’m not gonna lie, i don’t give a f-ck who don’t like me ’cause they don’t excite me
b-tches, they wanna talk sh-t, and i’m not even takin’ that lightly, i drop, come and fight me
i held it down for you n-ggas, b-tch, you better talk to me nicely, i’m somebody wifey
scottie keep dissin’ like n-ggas ain’t beat her right out of her nikes, put her on a white tee
i really can’t take all these new n-ggas serious, i link with the opps just to see, i was curious to see what y’all’d do
most of y’all ran and went straight to the stu’
and then started dissin’, my n-gga, don’t play that
sendin’ shots all around where her face at
n-ggas just pick and choosin’, either way, they losin’, wanna cuff lil’ murda, then just say that
like, n-ggas don’t know the sh-t that i been through
left the shoes, but got stuck in the middle
now they linkin’, i’m tryna be cool, i see it and all i can do is could just giggle
and, yeah, i got touched, but don’t gotta say it no more, after i drop, b-tches know what’s up
like you need to give up, n-ggas just lyin’ and sh-t, don’t believe ’em, they just tryna f-ck
without me, there wouldn’t be no more you, you got 400k, i’ma clock it
went up off a line, askin’ me what did i do, when they throw up a hound, i’ma drop it
and it’s no shade, i cut that b-tch open, the blade in my mouth if that b-tch wanna play
and i don’t play them games, sh-t that you make in a year is the sh-t that i make in a day
i f-cked around, i gotta admit it, n-ggas f-cked up with gettin’ me started
like, how could you do it when i was your ticket? get the whole [?] excited when i f-ck around and record and go drop me a snippet
n-ggas doin’ the sh-t i was doin’, but when they all do it, all i hear is crickets
just give me a minute to just let me finish
we gonna get to the facts, let’s talk about all that sh-t that y’all sayin’ ain’t real
b-tches, they swear they don’t like me, but they was all on my d-ck when i signed my first deal
b-tches, they all fake as f-ck, if they was around me before, then they should know what’s up
they gon’ say that my sh-t wasn’t tough, but they speak on my kid, so i roll them n-ggas in my blunt
[outro]
f-ck you, f-ck enny, f-ck rubi
f-ck all them dead n-ggas that ever talked about my life
’cause y’all n-ggas ain’t doin’ sh-t, i’m still droppin’ the jet
stop speakin’ on my kid ’cause my kid doin’ way better than y’all n-ggas
and, yeah, y’all already know what’s up
feel me? this is my last song ‘fore a while before i drop, then y’all gonna come fight me
huh, yeah

- murda b

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