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nwm cee murdaa - neighborhood lyrics

[intro]
do you want smoke?
we want all the smoke

[chrous | lil loaded & nwm cee murdaa]
one, two
grimey bang dudes
three, four
bring the smoke to his door
five, six
loaded bang six-o
seven, eight
murderer caught em’ with a drake

[verse 1 | lil loaded]
i’m a real k!lla’ i ain’t worried about a fight
n-gga shot at my head, p-ssy died the same night
they like get away from dallas, you gon’ throw away yo’ life
keep a big ol’ glizzy on me, just to make up for the hype
ask about me in the city, know we still be earning stripes
cause im rollin’ and rollin’ six-o for show
pull that forty ima’ blow
just like bacon he get smoked
no operation, he get poked
ay, lets get it, get it, go

[chrous | lil loaded & nwm cee murdaa]
one, two
grimey bang dudes
three, four
bring the smoke to his door
five, six
loaded bang six-o
seven, eight
murderer caught em’ with a drake

[verse 2 | nwm cee murdaa]
i ain’t gotta aim the drake all i gotta do is swing you
we ain’t playin’ on this drill i said f-ck it ima’ wing it
loaded keep on shootin’ the glizzy now he got my ears clinging
track took me to the jeweler now he got my grill blingin’
f-ck this b-tch one time now the b-tch be still finkin’
told her that i bust a nut and the b-tch be still eatin’
yeah, they know im a rapper but this drake be still singin’
if he dissin’ on the gang he f-ck around and get a feature

[chrous | lil loaded & nwm cee murdaa]
one, two
grimey bang dudes
three, four
bring the smoke to his door
five, six
loaded bang six-o
seven, eight
murderer caught em’ with a drake

[verse 3 | 30 deep grimeyy]
first hand i had seen what the choppas do to that flesh
you run up on loaded ima’ blast you
leave yo’ goofy -ss dead
i’m a neighborhood baby, b-tch, clean up my mecc
he tried to run, i hit his ones and then i knocked off his check
murda’, murda’, thats my brotha’ b-tches murdas’ she wrote
loaded, loaded, he be rollin’, b-tch, he be bangin’ six-o
bumper to bumper, made him crash, d-mn near knocked off his door
that ar pistol never jam, i thank the lord for my scope

[chrous | lil loaded & nwm cee murdaa]
one, two
grimey bang dudes
three, four
bring the smoke to his door
five, six
loaded bang six-o
seven, eight
murderer caught em’ with a drake

- nwm cee murdaa lyrics

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