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letra de ooouuu (murdermix) - murder mal

[verse]
i’m from new york, every single day my block hot
news 12 we wondering who the cops shot
n-gg-s talk too much, they like a hot box
and i don’t f-ck with these b-tches they got a hot crotch
if you talking crazy then respect ya jaw
we ain’t fond of p-ssy n-gg-s tryna call the law
ain’t a group of artists, n-gg- but we all would draw
pic-sso with the four, leave you bl–dy raw
ahh, yeah i had to do the slow flow
keep a hitta, yeah my n-gg-s will go loco
old jawns hate the kid like “he a bozo”
i’m always snapping on em like we taking photos
ahh, i could never cuff no hoe
ooouuu, you went from me to my old bro
if i want it then i get it, ain’t no so-so’s
running with the sh-t like a n-gg-‘s nose cold
too many n-gg-s hopping on chicago
d-cksuckers, n-gg-s need to keep they mouth closed
i keep seven by my feet like the bordeaux’s
if you acting for the camera, let’s make more shows
p-ssy n-gg-‘s acting tough, we don’t ignore those
we know how you really are when them
doors closed
you a thot lover, and we don’t adore hoes x2
i keep the green on me like in boston
my n-gg-s really celtic, all ya talking
they keep the pole in they bag like they golfing
we be balling, n-gg- word to spalding
i’m known to get a b-tch wet like a dolphin
like the weeknd, n-gg-, i do this sh-t often
that’s ya b-tch, but i f-ck her when i want it
that’s why you tryna make me fall like it’s autumn?
i’m tryna stack all my money past a couple racks
n-gg-s talk more than b-tches, i don’t f-ck with that
if you say you took my b-tch, ima laugh at that
ran through her then i p-ssed her back, have some fun with that
i’m tryna cop me a benz
n-gg-s always acting for they friends
you ain’t real lil n-gg-, you pretend
tell me when the stories gon end
like “i f-cked her,” “yeah i hit a lick,” “yeah i’m making money”
n-gg- you ain’t doing sh-t
you a rookie lil n-gg-, i ain’t new to this
when you tryna ball, you know n-gg-s wanna neuter it
ahh, this rap sh-t i’m a fool with it
ahh, this trap sh-t, i don’t fool with it
n-gg-s snitching on em themselves i don’t do that kid
real g’s move in silence, i plead the fifth

- murder mal

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