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fbg young - murda lyrics

[intro]
gang, gang
say my young n+ggas, they gon murda
fbg sh+t, fbg b+tch (grrr)
say my young n+ggas, they gon murda (grrr)
clout boyz!

[hook: fbg dutchie]
my young n+ggas, they gon murda (murda)
i said my young n+ggas, they gon murda (grrr)
my young n+ggas, they gon murda
you f+ck around with them f+ckarounds, and you f+ck around and get murdered (ayeee)
my young n+ggas, they gon murda
they’ll cook a n+gga just like burgers (boom, boom)
what’s your name? you ain’t making no noise
n+gga, i ain’t never heard of ya (it’s young)
you f+ck around with them f+ckarounds, and you f+ck around and get murdered (go dumb)

[verse 1: fbg young]
aye, my young n+ggas, they be monstas (they is)
they’ll ambush your hood, then drop ya (where he at?, get low)
30s when we march, come like the mop, no guy (we march, no guy)
st. lawrence, shoot to live, deeboing souls out of bodies (st. lawrence x2)
hit the pally, smokin’ dope (we blowin’)
[?] (huh)
hit the witness, next week (he hit)
no trial, no tomorrow (no)
you’ll think we knew fivestar the way we on folly (huh, we on folly)
i got trained shootas, every gun got a body (bow, bow)
cole, he gon do ya (what up, bro?)
swiper, he’ll swipe ya (what up, bro?)
my shootas, they got shootas
spot em, drop em out the rifle (he gone)
[?], he be strapped (what up, bro?)
make him dance, [?] (dance)
p+ssy, money, murder, all three have been invited (p+ssy, money, murder)
(gang)
[hook]

[verse 2: fbg dutchie]
my young n+ggas, they gon murda
shoot, k!ll, toke jocks, never squeal
get popped like a pill
boss sh+t, tookaville, wet you up like a seal
for real, get k!lled, sh+t real in the field
so don’t be f+ckin’ ’round with my monstas
got big guns like congas
my n+ggas “die 600”
this drum clip load a hunnit
these n+gga straight actors
but they don’t want no drama
call shaq moe, he let the mac blow and he bombing n+ggas like osama
cray cray my young n+gga
and ki my young k!lla
a lot of n+ggas be rappin’
but we the ones tote guns, n+gga
i’ll take you down for them funds, n+gga
shootas ain’t for none, n+gga
ride on you while you lackin’
cl!ck+clack, better run, n+gga

[hook]

- fbg young lyrics

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