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letra de murder check - yung boss tevo

[intro]
bang bang, fire fire (runnin’ from no murder check)
hop out, run up (woah)
(f-ck ’em up, ‘rice)
ah ha, y’all know what the f-ck goin’ on

[verse]
i’m passin’ out murder checks, you catch one, you get a fee (uh)
yup, go and catch a hat, then come talk to me (bang)
uh, this that genie talk, we leave n-ggas dead on the chalk (yeah)
we get to spinnin’ like a fan, better duck before i blam
boom boom, bang bang, fire fire
ayy, n-gga run up on me, guaranteed i send him to the sky (ha)
ayy, i’m the don dada on my side, b-tch, i can’t die
ayy, n-gga said that he want beef with me, we turn him to a fry
ayy, i’m the one who made that sky red, i bring that blood eye
h-lla rounds with me now, i’m with no members tryna scope you out (it’s gone)
ayy, wait ’til he come out, we gon’ make sure he don’t leave the house
ayy, leave him in a dry way, we gon’ catch him pullin’ out (skrrt)
ayy, dumb b-tch ask me why i’m pullin’ out (what?)
ha, she don’t even know, that made kick her out (ha)
‘member mama used to send me to my grandma house (mama creep)
that’s when i started thuggin’, i was twelve tryna make a route (bang)
ayy, i was in ’em stolen cars tryna bang it down (boom)
ayy, b-tch, i’m out the sunroof, hangin’ out, .30 clip hangin’ out
ayy, catch you a hat, then i’ma cash you out
ayy, b-tches tryna f-ck me when i walk in, got ’em passin’ out (huh)
i took a p ten, i’m high as mars in (mars)
ayy, i done got my way, the p-ssy boy and you starvin’
ayy, stripper hoes, i done told me that she bar ten (what?)
ayy, she say that she tryna l!ck, i told her that she can (for real)
ayy, you say that you got the drop, we pull up in that van (skrrt)
ayy, i tell bro to come outside and get in
we tryna catch one soon as we turn in
yup, there they go, up your fire, blow your pole
ayy, i blow mine, you blow yours when we shoot, let’s up the score (clatt)
ayy, i bring that pressure that they can’t tame (uh, hold it)
ayy, tryna hold on to that smoke, but they f-ck around and faint
i’m a grown-ass man, you can’t tell me what i can and can’t
might f-ck around and drop a ten soon as i leave from the bank
[outro]
yeah yeah, murder talk (bang bang, fire fire)
runnin’ from no murder
you know how i’m rockin’, know i’m with that
bang bang, fire fire (yup, bring that murder, know that murder)
you know how i’m rockin’, you know i’m with that
bang bang, fire fire
bang, bang, rrah
get that, yup (get that murder talk, know this murder check)
yeah, you know i’m rockin’, you know i’m with that

- yung boss tevo

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