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30 deep grimeyy & nwm cee murdaa - no cap 3 lyrics

no cap 3 lyrics
[intro:]
what?
gang!
30!
grimeyy, murdaa on this b+tch, murdaa on this b+tch
murdaa!
bwoh, bwoh, bwoh
yeah

[verse 1: 30 deep grimeyy]
she gon’ suck and f+ck the gang, she say all she want is pot
d just walked a n+gga down in his new balenciagas
why he steady dissin’ grimeyy? ’cause i f+cked his baby mama
n+ggas need to rap with maury, i ain’t even wear a condom
pulled up on ’em with them thumpers, n+ggas nuts went in they stomach
know i f+ck with college block, have e an’ ’em get on yo’ bumper
keep the coochie, grimeyy gucci, eat me up until you vomit
catch a body in my city, hop on a plane and change the climate

[verse 2: nwm cee murdaa]
b+tch, i still keep me a orange and a blue rag
they yellin’ out “dookie,” they got dookie toe+tagged
pull on yo’ block and see you, where is you at?
we’ll light you on [?] when we k!ll or do ‘dat
dissin’ they home if they like murdaa rude ass
penny clapped him but he rolled down too fast
pulled up the barger, we went and got two jags
and if we still got that, the dude, we gon’ do that
[verse 3: 30 deep grimeyy & nwm cee murdaa]
jd and swisha told me, “watch ’em,” they ain’t real as they seem
b+tch, i’m grimeyy, extra slimy, caught my first at fifteen
i got my l!ck back ’bout jd and murdaa got his for nina
for valentines my baby mama had bought me a bean
they comparin’ us to the best, it make me feel like the sh+t
they wanna’ walk up in my shoes, but can’t afford or can’t fit
we clappin’ kids and baby mamas, don’t get caught in the mix
we dumped his ass on the first, he ain’t get found ’till the tenth
servin’ grams, these ain’t tecs
wet a n+gga ’till he drenched
he got k!lled, and he got sent
b+tch, i’m grimeyy like the grinch
if you want smoke, b+tch it’s lit
he hard to find, we send a b+tch
b+tch, my name [?], call me quick
pop yo’ ass, then i dip

[outro: 30 deep grimeyy]
yeah
no cap 3, b+tch
free the goofies, rip the goofies
i wouldn’t wanna be the goofies, n+gga
grimeyy!
and my lil’ brother murdaa in this b+tch
rip the gang, free the gang
n+ggas wanna be the gang
code red!

- 30 deep grimeyy nwm cee murdaa lyrics

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