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letra de fuck around - yrn murk

[chorus: john wic]
you know we don’t f-ck around
gun ’em gun ’em gun ’em, lay ’em down
chopper hold about a hundred rounds
shh, don’t make a sound
you know we don’t f-ck around
you know we don’t f-ck around
you know we don’t f-ck around
gun ’em gun ’em gun ’em, lay ’em down
chopper hold about a hundred rounds
shh, don’t make a sound
you know we don’t f-ck around
you know we don’t f-ck around

[verse 1: john wic]
what’s in that k? i’ma drum and shoot it
you can never find me, trappin’ in bermuda
switchin my ways for these fed people
i’m watchin’ out for cops, smokin’ in the uber
i bought an uzi, can’t wait to use it
it’s a four in my cup so don’t you abuse it
i don’t like snakes but i love the gucci
if the police get behind us we gon’ lose ’em
in miami in a four fifty-eight
thirty round extension just to be safe
you complainin’ when my life is real great
he a dub, put his -ss on a plate
1830 when i say it real proud
[?] successes had to shoot in the crowd
f-ck your honor, man my nuts on the ground
this a story that’ll never be found
gun ’em gun ’em gun ’em, lay that boy down
gun ’em gun ’em gun ’em, lay that boy down
hide his body, he’ll never be found
hide his body, n-gg- lost and not found

[verse 2: migo domingo]
you know we don’t f-ck around
run in your trap spot and lay you down
i want it all, n-gg- every pound
nawf atlanta’s my side of town
don’t f-ck around, we got sticks
whippin’ and whippin’ the brick
keep f-ckin’ ’round, thinking i’m a lick
f-ck around meet john wic
if we ever shoot it out, don’t miss
guarantee my n-gg-s gon’ hit
12 come, n-gg- jump a fence
hurry up, throw the strap quick
we don’t f-ck around, we don’t f-ck around
ya’ll know we don’t f-ck around
get gunned down, get gunned down
all my n-gg-s love gun sounds
the draco hold about a hundred rounds
one in the head, that’s a hundred in one
get to shootin’, n-gg- watch him run
like a video game, do this sh-t for fun
pull up, just me and john wic
all my young n-gg-s with the sh-t
f-ckin’ on your b-tch, made a flick
walkin’ in the club with a stick
but y’all know, how this migo gang sh-t go
make her run, two guns like rambo
everybody shacked up in the bando
f-ck around and get sprayed like maco
y’all f-ck n-gg-s know what’s happenin’
young n-gg- go get ’em, b-tch
domingo!

- yrn murk

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