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nwm cee murdaa - igk pt. 2 lyrics

[intro]
why is everything khroam?
cash
murdaa, c`mere
boom, boom, boom, boom
hold up, what, what
everything is khroam in the future

[verse]
n+gga i didn`t do drugs what have you done
still slide when its cold like its [?]
you lil` rapper jay, yeah i had a cure on
both of y`all knew y`all my new sons
grimeyy told me to go get some new guns
so i went to the plug got a few on
if a n+gga trip i shoot of the rip, so n+gga please don`t make us do one
remember doin` drugs outta yukon, graduate then we servin` out beans
n+ggas wash if i call `em to clean, this collar dude blood cuz that n+gga be skinny
yo` b+tch suckin` d+ck he can`t see me, will pause if that lil` b+tch a demon
30 deep n+gga we don`t do teamin` grimeyy like k!lled that lil` n+gga i`m cheamin`
glizzy on my lap and it`s gon` slap cuz i ain`t fightin` a person
these n+ggas clowns gon` move outta town it`s time to roll in the circus
b+tch i double up opp and be purchased, yo` b+tch only get d+ck and i purses
when we go to neem she lookin` at philly put that back up lil` b+tch you ain`t worth it
call a plug up like i need `em urgent, no nba i come thru swervin`
no hollow and we come thru purgin`, k!llin` n+ggas like i`m the new prince of purgin`
b+tch don`t step on my road cuz that`s purgin`, got a bad b+tch and you know she`s purgin`
this ar pe came from purgin`, oprah she drippin` that sh+t came from purgin`
ayy, still big murdaa and i sill be swervin` no bentley suburban i upgraded that
you pull up on me, i upgraded strap so i hit you in yo` head and hit in yo` back
imma get money and that ain`t no cap, boy ain`t imma shoot you, i ain`t finna jag
they tryna scr+p, ain`t none of that, hit `em with this tay made them run lap
rock with a choppa `n a drake in the back, hit that lil` boy make his lil` ass collapse
shootin` in, i won`t play none of that he diss on the gang i said ok say that
shootin` out the whip b+tch i ain`t got the scat, and personii said he ain`t say none of that
is f+ck the opp music don`t play none of that, he made a diss song and the whole thing was wack
he said he want beef well i been cravin` that, he think he fake smoke but there`s no stagin` that
that big murdaa sh+t boy i created that, and from this moment on b+tch i`m takin` it back
we ride the plug [?] definitely free, put this sh+t out smell like death or bury
fired up in the church oh excuse silly me that b+tch in my love i think she billy jean
my boys came up off [?] bean, tryna rob me you get hit with glizzys and things
all of em come with extensions and beams, i shot they mad they incriminate me
and then shot his b+tch made lil` inches lean, i will sear your mommy if she was a fiend
whatever they buy me some shoes or some jeans, but now i`m a rapper get paid to sip lean

- nwm cee murdaa lyrics

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