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letra de murder in my eyes - ybn almighty jay

[intro]
oh, oh
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
yeah

[chorus]
pulled up in the latest, car ain’t got no pavement
smelling like weed in my [?]
i took the top off the [?] for my haters
all my n-ggas balling [?]
she want me to [?] i’ma cut it [?]
got a pound full of ganja, i f-ck with jamaica
getting head from your b-tch in a bentley bentayga
pull up smelling like dope, i done p-ssed off my neighbors
and these n-ggas be mad ’cause i can’t do no favors
i’m smoking on racks, got this sh-t by the acre
i’m on [?] street with a b-tch from south asia
pull up clapping that heat like we at graduation
we gon’ ball that boy up and then toss ’em like [?]
she swallow that nut and i’m gon’ see her later
she had [?] her еyes like undertakеr
it’s murder in my eyes, don’t make me spray it

[verse]
put a bag on your head and they know i’m gon’ pay it
they pulling up clapping as soon as i say it
she wanna f-ck first, got a bump in her head
she sucked it so good she done wet up my bed
in the booth high as h-ll, i been gone off the meds
tell the truth [?] talk to the pig
remember when i used to sleep on a hundred dollar twin size bed
[?] hundred racks on my [?]
my momma said “why you walk around with all that cash? you need to use your head”
so i walk around with one in the head
[?] what you said
only f-ck with dead presidents, i don’t need friends
fell in love with her p-ssy, i bought her a benz
she p-ss me off, she know i’m f-ckin’ her friend
if i get caught then i’ma f-ck her again
i done had some fake n-ggas i thought was my friends
you’re not my brother, don’t call me your twin
he saying “slime,” he yelling out “slatt”
hang with real n-ggas, don’t hang with no rap n-ggas
my n-ggas rap n-ggas, my n-ggas wack n-ggas
have you ever been shot by some black pilgrims?
[chorus]
pulled up in the latest, car ain’t got no pavement
smelling like weed in my [?]
i took the top off the [?] for my haters
all my n-ggas balling [?]
she want me to [?] i’ma cut it [?]
got a pound full of ganja, i f-ck with jamaica
getting head from your b-tch in a bentley bentayga
pull up smelling like dope, i done p-ssed off my neighbors
and these n-ggas be mad ’cause i can’t do no favors
i’m smoking on racks, got this sh-t by the acre
i’m on [?] street with a b-tch from south asia
pull up clapping that heat like we at graduation
we gon’ ball that boy up and then toss ’em like [?]
she swallow that nut and i’m gon’ see her later
she had [?] her eyes like undertaker
it’s murder in my eyes, don’t make me spray it

- ybn almighty jay

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