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yamine - murked lyrics

(intro)
you n-gg-s gon have to start
watchin your mothaf-ckin back
real sh-t

[hook]
a gun plus a mask, you do the math
all my goons know, that equals cash
all my goons know, that equals cash
all my goons know, that equals cash
a gun plus a mask, that equals cash
so if your f-cked up down to your last
a gun and a mask gon get ya cash
a gun plus a mask, you do the math
all my goons know, that equals cash

[verse 1]
what you know about it n-gg- this that goon sh-t
ak sweep a n-gg- house without a broomstick
so n-gg- come up of that bag, or them pistols blast
with the choppa at yo house lyin in the gr-ss
they’ll rob a n-gg- blind if they doin bad
duct tape around the handle they don’t use a mag
so tell em where its at, don’t tell em no more lies
line yo family up against the wall, and open fire
all you trap n-gg-s are victims, jackers gon catch you slippin
feeling yourself, flashin and stuntin, n-gg-s gon’ come up missin’
you trappers gon drop off that cash, you see em out here they hurtin
that gun to your back it’s a robbery, n-gg- now don’t make it a murder
too late to talk when the sh-t hit the fan
got choppas on deck, more drums than a band
gun a n-gg- down, leave em where he stands
highway to h-ll, n-gg- better start praying

(bridge)
walk up to your house knock on your door, and blow your -ss off
drop it off, drop it off, b-tch i got a sawed-off
b-tch i got a sawed-off
walk up to your house, knock on your door, and blow your -ss off
drop it off, drop it off, b-tch i got a sawed-off
b-tch i got a sawed-off

(verse 2)
they telling me yamine don’t swing, look buddy don’t worry bout me
if you in my lane you end up in a drainage ditch with the snakes and the leeches
not a single mothaf-cka out here want it, cause i never did sh-t but me
its about time that i said it, hey would i regret it we’ll see
yamine i am a loose cannon, ask david banner how deep
i was born and raised in this sh-t, momma i got manners bout me
but i’ll get dirty if i gotta get dirtier then a mothaf-ckin piranha up in a alabama creek
i’m hotter than you in the middle of the summer
sitting in a sauna under the sun up in a alabama street, sh-t
rockin rollin’ i got noted, i’m going up yeah i’m going
f-ck with my dreams and my people i got that poetry loaded
my soul is sold, and they sold it, street told and quoted
i leave that potato smoking, look b-tch don’t think that i’m jokin
click, pow!

- yamine lyrics

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