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mgd - kill dat lyrics

[verse 1: mgd]
mgd up in this b-tch and i’m ready
cut ’em down like they short and steady
f-ck around and made another hit, everybody on the d-ck
y’all n-gg-s on the same thang, i’m on some other sh-t
strappin boy your plate is on
b-tches y’all paid upon
i’m the n-gg- droppin sh-t that y’all bustas hatin on
lame -ss broad came to captain kirk tapemaker
front line soldier ready to die for nothin order taker
i’ma punch ya b-tch -ss then smack your neck up high
do it by myself so n-gg- f-ck what you talkin bout
i’m a straight up warrior n-gg- jumpin off on your sh-t on site
i’m gone keep applying heavy pressure til you see the light

[hook]
n-gg-s talkin sh-t better kill dat kill dat
hoes think we trickin better kill dat kill dat
i ain’t stuntin you funky hoes or you lame -ss bustas
i’ma push the blount and put all you m-th-f-ckers
watch that b-tch smack in line 8x

[verse 2: pappa charm]
should the topic be about murder
or is a pimp a b-tch that you dropped in the land with
it don’t stop, get your vest poppin the teflon what your legs put up on
is it you vision a straight bia holdin the mp
reload the mgd get your mouth spit on
represent the south sh-t and sell pe
gone leave in a bl–dy outfit with the b-tch, know how to get money
but she crippled, probably don’t go flippin any wrong
never tickled, she gone all out in the middle???
in the neighborhood probably get my check on
f-ck you if you got your strap on
i take those that i ain’t hoed be the reason why i ain’t got my mack on
matter of fact on
n-gg-s in the battledome tryin the outskirts meanwhile you never see em
jesus love that cream b-tch on killin out these b-tch n-gg-s for
the one who tell him
me and gol bringin chall??, and cut ’em p-ssy walls
i be on some w-ng weird sh-t wish me dog
cause i can bring it left like lou rawls

[hook]
crush that m-th-f-cking n-gg-, smack that stankin b-tch out
crush that m-th-f-cking n-gg-, smack that stankin b-tch out
crush that m-th-f-cking n-gg-, smack that stankin b-tch out
crush that m-th-f-cking n-gg-, smack that stankin b-tch out
move m-th-f-cker, get your b-tch -ss out the way
move m-th-f-cker, get your b-tch -ss out the way
move m-th-f-cker, get your b-tch -ss out the way
move m-th-f-cker, get your b-tch -ss out the way

[mgd]
hey gol i’m bout to punch this b-tch (pappa charm)
busta keep me monkey, pointing at me and runnin’ his mouth
thinkin that i’m lame try me n-gg-, ain’t no poppin hoes
i’ma bring to yo -ss straight up at the front do’
head first m-th-f-cker, n-gg- put yo hands up
betta sit your -ss down if you can’t stand up
i don’t give a f-ck n-gg-, i don’t give a f-ck n-gg-
you ain’t nothin to me but a lame -ss f-ck n-gg-

[pappa charm]
i don’t give a f-ck b-tch, i don’t give a f-ck b-tch
you ain’t nothin to me but a stankin -ss star trick
i’ma flow under somethin well
b-tch you don’t wanna come in
let’s get something clear, pappa like it from the rear
be no creepin off in your ear
then you can’t manage your flat tire and your ice lodged over in the ditch
and time b-tch, not givin f-ck in a busta, betta bust quick
cause pimpin me facin the wealth is strictly ??? done first
run his -ss up on the curb, smoke my herb, that how a n-gg- get served

[hook x2]

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