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murda b – one mic freestyle lyrics

[intro]
if you hear your name in this song, suck my d+ck
if you mad about it, suck my d+ck, word

[verse]
n+ggas know i don’t got nothin’ to prove, b+tches d+ck ridin’ me to get lit
and i’m standin’ on everything, all of the sh+t that i said, all that doa sh+t to my d+ck
and these n+ggas be talkin’, but when they see me in person, they beggin’ me just for a fl!ck
and i’m seein’ a lot of talkin’ on the media, b+tches tryna get under my skin and it’s like oh, god
when n+ggas gonna stop suckin’ my d+ck while they gettin’ paid 9+to+5 workin’ a job?
when n+ggas gonna go give me my flowers? it feel like the spot that i made, it got robbed
how fast n+ggas switch up like they all been hatin’, i peeped it, i swear that sh+t was really odd
i catch lil’ rubi or enny, they smoke on my kid, now i roll up dummy in a box
i’m not gonna lie, i don’t give a f+ck who don’t like me ’cause they don’t excite me
b+tches, they wanna talk sh+t, and i’m not even takin’ that lightly, i drop, come and fight me
i held it down for you n+ggas, b+tch, you better talk to me nicely, i’m somebody wifey
scottie keep dissin’ like n+ggas ain’t beat her right out of her nikes, put her on a white tee
i really can’t take all these new n+ggas serious, i link with the opps just to see, i was curious to see what y’all’d do
most of y’all ran and went straight to the stu’
and then started dissin’, my n+gga, don’t play that
sendin’ shots all around where her face at
n+ggas just pick and choosin’, either way, they losin’, wanna cuff lil’ murda, then just say that
like, n+ggas don’t know the sh+t that i been through
left the shoes, but got stuck in the middle
now they linkin’, i’m tryna be cool, i see it and all i can do is could just giggle
and, yeah, i got touched, but don’t gotta say it no more, after i drop, b+tches know what’s up
like you need to give up, n+ggas just lyin’ and sh+t, don’t believe ’em, they just tryna f+ck
without me, there wouldn’t be no more you, you got 400k, i’ma clock it
went up off a line, askin’ me what did i do, when they throw up a hound, i’ma drop it
and it’s no shade, i cut that b+tch open, the blade in my mouth if that b+tch wanna play
and i don’t play them games, sh+t that you make in a year is the sh+t that i make in a day
i f+cked around, i gotta admit it, n+ggas f+cked up with gettin’ me started
like, how could you do it when i was your ticket? get the whole [?] excited when i f+ck around and record and go drop me a snippet
n+ggas doin’ the sh+t i was doin’, but when they all do it, all i hear is crickets
just give me a minute to just let me finish
we gonna get to the facts, let’s talk about all that sh+t that y’all sayin’ ain’t real
b+tches, they swear they don’t like me, but they was all on my d+ck when i signed my first deal
b+tches, they all fake as f+ck, if they was around me before, then they should know what’s up
they gon’ say that my sh+t wasn’t tough, but they speak on my kid, so i roll them n+ggas in my blunt
[outro]
f+ck you, f+ck enny, f+ck rubi
f+ck all them dead n+ggas that ever talked about my life
’cause y’all n+ggas ain’t doin’ sh+t, i’m still droppin’ the jet
stop speakin’ on my kid ’cause my kid doin’ way better than y’all n+ggas
and, yeah, y’all already know what’s up
feel me? this is my last song ‘fore a while before i drop, then y’all gonna come fight me
huh, yeah

- murda b lyrics

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