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letra de what dey want pt4k - nwm cee murdaa

[intro:]
and strip just cooked it like some chicken strips
ayy (murdaa!), ayy, ayy (baow, baow, baow, baow), ayy
ayy (frrt), ayy (gang, gang), ayy
ayy (gang, ayy, ayy, ayy, uh, uh)
uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (gang)
ayy, ayy, ayy
(stop f-ckin’ lookin’ n-gga, i see yo’ b-tch-ass, ayy)
ayy, ayy, ayy
(nwm, 30!)
ayy

[verse:]
smoke mex’ and ko, that’s no typo, shoot glizz’, left a light show
it’s f-ck the 4 and all them dead n-ggas that’s in they bio
them n-ggas sayin’ they f-cked my b-tch, they must ain’t f-cked the right hoe
glock 20 catch, i had clip on fat ass and gave him lipo
but ain’t gon’ rush it, n-ggas bustas, eight and six, i crunch it
can’t wait to touch ’em, roll and puff ’em outta’ wood, this russia
first we call (shh), then we call (shh), d-mn right, boy, we say mush it
them n-ggas died two days apart, fraternal dead ass cousins
opps call me like, “my people missin’,” f-ck yo’ dead ass brother
“but murdaa, how you know they dead?” he buried by the others
it’s two things that i lovе to chase, money, and n-ggas that’s chubby
for ten thou’, chasе down 300 pounds, leave him fat and bl–dy
i thought a dead n-gga said sumn’, but let’s get on the dead subject
freddie got left in the car, i heard they left red head gushin’
j-roc got left wit’ his ass out like they gave him a ass whoopin’
give him choppa showers, need a umbrella when this rain comin’
n-ggas broke, no money, flat as f-ck just like a whoopee cushion
n-gga blood boy, then he tripped up, and this fully fully cook ’em
we put belt to ass h-lla fast, this fully fully whoop ’em
might ask, i know my way around the block because the hoodlums took it
brought my snowbunny to the block and she said, “i love this place”
n-gga try to ride through here, gon’ have to call allstate or jake
don’t come fishin’ around this way, boy go and find a safer place
’cause i’ll catch a b, then catch some z’s, then leave the usa
this watch ain’t no trey-six minnow, boy, this a big 41k
i make a b-tch send him a heart, he text back, dumbass took the bait
f-ckin’ goofy, ayy, ayy, ak, tag his face
thought he had him one until i came and made him nae-nae
i’m in the widebody ‘cat and broski slide in challenger
f-ck them n-ggas in yo’ bio, dead, alive, and manager
i need a bad b-tch wit’ her own, a broke b-tch, i can’t manage her
yeah, it’s one b-tch that i cut off, every time i see i gotta’ f-ck
he was too busy talkin’ tough, tryna’ pump them up, got slumped and dumped
new chop’, i named it b2k, turned around, made him bump-bump-bump
and if them n-ggas out my circle, f-ck them n-ggas, all ’em chumps
they ain’t gon’ shoot, them n-ggas be watchin’ cars, just tryna’ practice clutch
[outro:]
goofy (goofies)
f-ckin’ clown

- nwm cee murdaa

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