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doe boy - murda suntin lyrics

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[intro]
nah+nah, nah, nah, nah
playing with all that talking sh+t, n+gga
off [?] (doe beezy)
you know what time it is man
f+ck whatever you talking ’bout on my [?]
that’s cap!

[pre+chorus]
we don’t talk or nothing, we just murder something
we just murder something, n+gga, we just murder something
we don’t talk or nothing, we just murder something
we just murder something, n+gga, we just murder something

[chorus]
we don’t talk or nothing, we just murder something
we just murder something, n+gga, we just murder something
we don’t talk or nothing, we just murder something
we just murder something, n+gga, we just murder something

[verse 1]
opps on my line steady talking ’bout smoke (p+ssy ass)
on the net sneak dissing, talking ’bout dope (beezy!)
i don’t do that sh+t, b+tch, i’m at front doors
tell that young dope turn him to a giant dope
i just popped a g6 b+tch that b+tch just got me tweaking
n+ggas don’t try me in my city, i’m lake god out in cleveland
hit him with the [?], b+tch you know lil’ beezy reaching
flow this b+tch like kleenex, b+tch, you run up, then i’m sneezing
n+ggas know don’t play me like no lame b+tch
you gon’ learn to bang, don’t try that rubber band money gang b+tch!
’bout this trap 100 sh+t, too deep in, i can’t switch
i meet rappers and size ’em up ’cause they ain’t tailor made b+tch!
[pre+chorus]
we don’t talk or nothing, we just murder something
we just murder something, n+gga, we just murder something
we don’t talk or nothing, we just murder something
we just murder something, n+gga, we just murder something

[chorus]
we don’t talk or nothing, we just murder something
we just murder something, n+gga, we just murder something
we don’t talk or nothing, we just murder something
we just murder something, n+gga, we just murder something

[verse 2]
i’m tryna [?] this p+ssy, it got me in the zone
hundred n+ggas that’s gon’ shoot but i shoot on my own
opp is on my lawn, i pick up the phone
call up bari, i got blood all on my new vlone
those shingles gon’ pick his head if i wish he dead
i been big boss since i was 14, feel like trippie redd
i might buy your b+tch chanel, she just gave me head
n+ggas think they really shooters but they really feds
p+ssy ass boys

[outro]
p+ssy ass boy, p+ssy ass boys
p+ssy ass boy, p+ssy ass boys
p+ssy ass boy, p+ssy ass boys
p+ssy ass boys, p+ssy ass boys



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