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luh half & dayo murda - back 2 back lyrics

verse 1: tell me how i’m supposed to sleep, when everything close to me keep leaving
then n-ggas switching sides for no reason
say, how i’m supposed to eat, when all these p-ssy n-ggas keep on scheming
skeazy had that — i couldn’t believe it
shout-out to my man see he pop out, rock out & hit em in his sh-t
no let me get em, whole clip, broad day can’t forget his b-tch
i feel you, if she riding with em, sh-t we got his & hers
sh-t if she riding with em she just might get hit the worse
absolutely, i agree sh-t you know how we move
we a team, i win you win, if i lost then you lose
yeah, you right n-ggas be faking on that loyalty sh-t
but you my man, so we understand, never fall out bout a b-tch
yeah, that’s 100 & we really be riding round with them 100’s
them blue 100’s? yeah boy that cash, them them ones that be jrumping
ain’t no faking, what about them foams? man them b-tches be thumping
steady jumping, what about them tweakers? man them btches be clumping
yeah they coming, & free k-slug he a be home in a second
n-gga play about my blood, its dome in his neck
catch em lacking, i got em now
watch out! cause i got em next, i got my man, i’m on his head
i just aim for the rest
man, what i tell you bout’ that sh-t
man, half what i do?
you the driver, you watch the road, you don’t shoot when i shoot
so, why we riding with two guns, if i can’t never shoot
i got anxious, i seen them fought head, to make sure he was through
but you be hitting by my ears, that sh-t be too close
if a n-gga already dead, how you gone k!ll em some more?
well, he ain’t dead until he dead, sh-t ill shoot at his ghost
yeah, we blood, cause you f-cked up, got me thinking you slow
man, lets go slide through the city for the social loss
man, dub #rip big, man them n-ggas was bosses
yeah, #rip my big cous
strictly into cash, so if a n-gga talking money, then we coming fast
what if a n-gga talking beef? then we strictly on his -ss
what if a n-gga f-ck yo’ freak? we ain’t beefing over -ss
what if a n-gga take yo’ geek? apply that p on his -ss
what if n-ggas just keep on snitching? then drop some g’s on his -ss
we drop g’s not dimes, how they snitch on they man’s?
but enough of this street sh-t, lets go get us some -ss
i got this b-tch her own crib, and she gone go for the gang
b-tch head be stupid fire and she can cook some lo’mein
f-ck them noodles i’m tryna crack some, get in them pants
ima hit it from the back, while you getting some head
why every time we f-ck a b-tch, you try and make me go last?
cause you be loving on these hoes, you know i f-ck h-lla fast
n-ggas be pressed about these hoes, we ain’t with none of that
look how this b-tch l!ck on my tip
man, let me get some of that

- luh half dayo murda lyrics

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