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rood johnny - murda lyrics

rood johnny:

talking all that gaza
we been toting poles
boy you an informer
please just stay at home

eyon never gonna shoot sh-t
he still crying bout a slu b-tch
too much talking doesn’t do sh-t
this is how we do it rood sh-t

you ain’t ready uh
i got a machete uh
hold it steady uh
leave you like confetti uh
tryna dead me uh
johnny makaveli uh
keep on talking tuff
might just let that semi buck

yeah we used to be cool
but now i’m not rocking with you
you f-cking sabotaged all of my sh-t what the f-ck do you think imma do
your lucky my boys didn’t shoot at you
it’s all in your hands b-tch it’s up to you
do you really wanna war
or u trying something new?

rood gang what it do
your biggest mistake would be dissing the crew
ak with me kno we got all the tools
p-ssy boy you think you hard in the stu

i do not talk on the instagram
i load the clip then blam
there’s a machete stuffed in my pants
just waiting to slit the man

strapped like the taliban
tryna just find da man
circled yo block we just riding round
where the f-ck this p-ssy hiding at

de2 pull up like oouie
ak in the back with the uzi
i ain’t playing why can’t you see
raw sh-t straight sushi

whole lotta shooters swerving down the lane
i kno you do not want it please just stay yo place
you know how we rock it’s okay to be afraid
if my name was eyon id be sh-tting bricks

tell these brampton mans to stay there f-cking lane
cuz i ain’t the one to play no f-cking games
cuz i don’t double think i f-cking spray
rinse the whole f-cking camp in a day

rood jun:

all i know
im doing better than most
f-ck a hater
i burnt em to toast
while i coast
dont play with my name
i dont f-ck with no lames
f-ck what dey want say
rood gang ona
wave
loud kush got the
bake
stop the trash for
gods sake
i do this sh-t till im made
you gon make me catch a fade
maybe thrown in a nade
you a fake one
ain’t a real one
ya rood been won
i had the deal done
you a real bum
when you see us you gon have to run
on your just block ya just for fun
rood clips
rood drums
you older
but you is my son
you a c-nt
dead opp
in my blunt
duppy duppy
ya your life is done
got my kids on your b-tch tongue
ya i know all this sh-tt stung
you can’t breathe w/o lungs
team gon roll up n bun
then throw you in the slum
while i be sippin your rum
you dead
ya you gon be numb
whole crew just totin the guns
got heat
more heat than the sun
more smoke but
b-tch you wannt none
rood gang
its just me and my ones

rood johnny

you ain’t ready uh
i got a machete uh
hold it steady uh
leave you like confetti uh
tryna dead me uh
johnny makaveli uh
keep on talking tuff
might just let that semi buck

- rood johnny lyrics

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