letra de murda man - rx papi
(intro)
d-generation x
d-generation
(verse 1)
i’ll knock your f-cking head off your shoulders
b-tch watch your mouth you’ll think we with the secret service the way we finna watch your house sneaking through a n-gga front lawn like his foxes round throw 62 grams in a pot i’m finna lock it down he used to be the man in the spot and they shot him down i’m balling slide foreign n-ggas trying to knock me out of bounce block hot them n-ggas dropping they looking for me i’m not around pouring liquor at that n-gga grave site go ahead pop it now i might slide out the philly get some smack from my brother quanny i came hеre high as sh-t i just smacked up another johnny b-tton on thе back of my g-lock i feel like trump and them you a p-ssy rapping ass n-gga like “lil pump” and them cuz be whooping your ass until you blue i’m still jumping in b-tch i’m ax with that drake who the f-ck want rum with this if you ain’t gon shoot get out the mother f-cking wheel i’m on some other sh-t i don’t know you i’ll gun your ass down watch who you f-cking with
(interlude)
jumping out hit everybody f-ck it
(verse 2)
jumping out that car hit everybody that’s on that f-cking block a hollow hit him dead in the face we left before he dropped told cuz you gon get another chain you get another opp “he said i already got two chains now i want a watch” we the ones that got the murder rate times ten in this b-tch drop a diss song if you want then we spinning your sh-t it’s a drum on the drake b-tch you know how many fit in this? i don’t give a f-ck who started what me and my n-ggas come to finish it
i jump out that car like i ain’t got it in my name
he was icy as a b-tch until we shot him out his chain they say i be talking crazy you better know it ain’t a game 556 bullets blow a n-gga out the frame i’m the smack man the murder man the dog man the top one a real mother f-cking gangster around here you not one i make the call and get you whacked i walk a n-gga down myself it’s something big bulging off my waist but that’s not my belt brody got hit five times in his gut i don’t know how he felt they jump out the car board day and hit him while his baby mama was there ain’t no rules in this sh-t n-gga you know we come (?) and sh-t i was in the trap breaking slabs i don’t know nothing about swiping sh-t ap on my wrist but little cuz will give his life for this i only f-ck cause she ya bm n-gga i don’t even like the b-tch
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