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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeMurda Man
Fuck a teller, bitch, I'm screamin' "murda, " 'cause I wrote itFuck up on probation, judge said she gon' revoke it4-5 with extension, bitch, I'm walking with it on meJust 'cause I don't post it, bitch, you know that I still tote itDrinkin' on this potion steady fuckin' up my kidneysMalu had just text me and she told me that she miss meFifty-thousand on me, I got all these hoes reachin'Steady sendin' money to my brothers up in prisonLil' in my phone, he like, "Nigga, what the business? "I told him, "Fuck the laws, you know that I'm still spinnin'"Hit a nigga block with the quickness, hop out with that glizzyWhack his partner, tell him come and find meBitch, I'm in the trenchesHe like, "Bitch, I know you didn't"Hoe, you know I did itSend yo' brother to my show and, bitch, I'm tearin' up yo' cityNigga said that he want smokeNigga know I'm with itWhen I catch you we gon' stretch youPut one in yo' fittedFour-by-four, I'm in a Benz ridin' 'round with FeeNigga Instagram thuggin', they don't want no beefI'ma pull up where you be, you talkin' 'bout zippin' meYou know I ain't hidin', bitch, I'm right here in them streetsIf I said it, I'ma stamp itI know them laws tryna ban meBitch, I feel like Charles MansonIt ain't nothin' I can't handleAll these diamonds on me dancin'Pour a four up in that FantaI just pulled up in a PhantomCome through bouncin' like I'm prancin'I'ma come through doin' the murder manRidin' with them choppers in a Sprinter VanNigga wanna do it, we can do it thenAll the way dumb, you know I ain't playin'I got that burner on me for whoever tryna harm meNigga, drop yo' pen, you know that I'm comin'I got that burner on me for whoever tryna hold meNigga, drop yo' pen, you know that I'm comin'Youngboy don't play 'roundYou gon' get down or gon' lay downGot yo' hitters with you, I'ma hop out, spray that K roundMurder on my trail, I could die, like, any day nowI thought you was real, I ain't knowin' what to say nowFuck a teller, bitch, I'm screamin' "murda, " 'cause I wrote itFuck up on probation, judge said she gon' revoke it4-5 with extension, bitch, I'm walking with it on meJust 'cause I don't post it, bitch, you know that I still tote itFour-by-four, I'm in a Benz ridin' 'round with FeeNigga Instagram thuggin', they don't want no beefI'ma pull up where you be, you talkin' 'bout zippin' meYou know I ain't hidin', bitch, I'm right here in them streetsI'ma come through doin' the murder manRidin' with them choppers in a Sprinter VanNigga wanna do it, when can do it thenAll the way dumb, you know I ain't playin'
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