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letra de murder genie - yung boss tevo

[intro]
(ayo, carter, you gone crazy)
murder genie
(ypm got the gold)
you know, what the f-ck? murder genie
(richiethegod)
get your wish, i give you the proof
i get n-ggas gone, all type sh-t

[verse]
uh, get your wish, i get a n-gga gone, b-tch, i’m the murder genie (oooh)
i’m one of the first to walk with the arp in the mall, i know you see it
ayy, i’m on live, i’m takin’ my pictures with fans and sh-t
ayy, they don’t even i got the chop on my pants and sh-t (shh)
ayy, they don’t even know that i’m back (yeah), that n-gga play on some sh-t
ayy, don’t give a f-ck where we at, i crash on cam’ and sh-t
come take a pic (uh), we was in charlotte, we went to a college, we beat up a n-gga on campin’ sh-t (on campin’, n-gga)
ayy, kid never dropped no ten and i have young n-ggas go spin in the bend (star)
and if they missed it, spin it again
ayy, i been the same since i was ten
uh (ten), uh (ten), uh (ten), uh
don’t give a f-ck if we friends (nah)
don’t give a f-ck if we can’t (what?)
don’t give a f-ck if your friends on her
ayy, f-ck that b-tch, i’m bendin’ her
uh, ho tryna act like a ten or some’
i ain’t even let that b-tch eatin’, the f-ck?
ayy, i ain’t even hit my brother, hit house, ho tryna get ill with us (ah, ha)
uh, bust down watch, my diamonds hit, they lil’ yb’, he fresh as f-ck (ice)
ayy, these n-ggas’ money ain’t addin’ up (nah)
at seventeen, i seen a hundred, these n-ggas at twenty that ain’t even have from nothin’
ayy, the last n-gga died, tried to play with us, that’s why these n-ggas don’t laught at us
ayy, n-gga say they want my head and whoever with me, they said they gon’ casket us
ayy, i like to hop on a shooter n-gga while i’m smlin’, lil’ n-gga, i laugh and bust
ayy, i send a hit, get a f-ck n-gga hit, lil’ n-gga don’t come with no force at us (nah)
ayy, how the f-ck you tryna hang in the streets with a n-gga? you wasn’t in the porch with us
you wasn’t in the field and the war with us
ayy, tropical day, tryna torch or some’
ayy, b-tch, you wasn’t throwin’ no torch with us
ayy, in the middle of the summer, still rockin’ a hoodie ’cause we keep that torch with us
ayy, n-ggas always throwin’ shots when they on the ‘gram, they mad they can’t f-ck with us
ayy, haha, ayy, laugh in a f-ck n-gga, haha
you mad that i f-cked, n-gga? (why, i)
would i get mad ’bout a b-tch that i hit and you keep that sl-t, n-gga? (explain it)
ain’t no megan, i tell her to do the crybaby whenever we f-ck, n-gga (crybaby)
ayy, these n-ggas be hatin’, i see why they mad, they see that i’m up, n-gga (up, n-gga)
yup, they see that my bust bigger (hurr)
yeah, they see that i’m up, n-gga (what else?)
when we in the club, they sippin’ on shots, but when they look over, my cup bigger (ayy, bigger my cup)
yeah, they know my cup bigger
yeah, but i ain’t no f-ck n-gga
ayy, you get the boot and my n-ggas don’t f-ck with you, you know i don’t give a f-ck, n-gga
[outro]
i ain’t never been no f-ck n-gga, i ain’t never been no ho
murder genie, n-gga, i’m the one who gon’ take your soul
ayy, demon talk
ayy, tried and went, but i still knocked you off
clatt

- yung boss tevo

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