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nle choppa - murda man (nba youngboy diss) lyrics

murda man (nba youngboy diss) lyrics
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[verse]
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i’m screamin’, “f+ck your dead homie”, hope that n+gga rest in p+ss
i put ’bout thirty in this stick, i might just go and cop a switch
i put a ski up on my face, i’m really on some robbin’ sh+t
i put yo’ n+gga in a bag, now you on some sobbin’ sh+t
tuckin’ tails won’t come outside, when we see ’em pop the b+tch
on your trail when we collide, we gon’ shoot the car you in
when it’s murder you decide the draco or a 3rd gen
the last n+gga played with us, we left that b+tch in surgery
if he ain’t slidin’ by my name, i don’t even wanna hang
’cause when i die, you gon’ cry instead of going to let it bang
brand new chains on the way
want one? then get a brain
just copped another throw away with no serial, frosted flakes
somebody got hit at the party, asked me ’bout it, told ’em “i don’t know”
hunnid shots up on the scene, don’t pull up ’cause i got some more
if i miss i’m hoppin’ out on feet, i’m better on my toes
had the nerve to ask me for my glee, i d+mn near shot my bro
he duckin’ out, get the momma, we finna turn up the summer
we mixin’ murder with drummer, he said too much so i slumped him
the whole gang full of gunnas, the draco kick it like punters
we leave ’em drippin’ like gunna, so don’t you run ’cause i’ma run you down
he said somethin’, i said it was nothin’, then i got to clutchin’
then from there, heads started bustin’, gave his ass the whole round
i ask that n+gga “have you ever seen a body drop?”
few seconds later he start bleedin’ and his body drop
i grew my nuts ’cause i won’t let a n+gga play me for a p+ssy
and i’m d+mn sure not a rookie, i just hope them crackers don’t book
came with your life, so we took it now they sayin’ that we crooked
livin’ life to the fullest, up in cali’ crippin’ like tookie

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