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bo deal – murda lyrics

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[chorus: waka flocka flame]
i got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket
chopper in the back seat, my young n-gga gone pop it
15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some
17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some
i got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket
chopper in the back seat, my young n-gga gone pop it
15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some
17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some

[verse 1: bo deal]
i got young n-ggas getting off, 40 cals spitting off
bsm, this the law, n-ggas flex, getting chopped
we german shepherds, got big dogs, big weapons
if you ain’t ready for action, then p-ssy n-gga, keep stepping
i’m a boss, you a b-tch n-gga, beefing not a smart move
’cause i’ll come to your house and kick the door in like them narcs do
you n-ggas shark food, pack it up and fall back
’cause i come out the bush and fade his -ss like a sideback

[chorus: waka flocka flame]
i got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket
chopper in the back seat, my young n-gga gone pop it
15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some
17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some
i got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket
chopper in the back seat, my young n-gga gone pop it
15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some
17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some

[verse 2: waka flocka flame]
he threw his set up in the air, i put my pistol in the air
let him know i’m strapped in here, he can lose his life in here (bow)
he can die tonight in here, hit him with a f-cking beer
my young n-ggas got no fear, i got the check over here
put that kush off in the air, i don’t really give a f-ck
how you really wear your chain tucked? man i wish a n-gga buck
i got four sips in my cup, three bad b-tches in my dip
red tips off in my clip, all myself and sh-t, squad

[chorus: waka flocka flame]
i got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket
chopper in the back seat, my young n-gga gone pop it
15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some
17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some
i got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket
chopper in the back seat, my young n-gga gone pop it
15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some
17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some

[verse 3: chief keef]
i got pistol in my pocket, pull it out and pop it
my young n-ggas wilding in chiraq catching bodies
gbe, we mobbing, chief sosa co-starring
my n-ggas tote pistols, it’s a issue, please don’t start ’em
them pistols get to popping, bodies get to dropping
smoking weezy, feeling gucci, on that we be steady mobbin’
like flocka, oh, let’s do it, cl!ck-clack, who you with?
a lot of hundred shots and a bunch of n-ggas can shoot ’em

[chorus: waka flocka flame]
i got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket
chopper in the back seat, my young n-gga gone pop it
15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some
17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some
i got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket
chopper in the back seat, my young n-gga gone pop it
15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some
17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some