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murda gang - 229 dp lyrics

hook:
i whack them boys on just for dissing
my name come up when they be missing
won’t call the laws i call my brothers for to spray you down
i quick to step with a hitta you better move around

verse:
ole girl she call me dada
she smoking good she drinking good
lil shawty talking rara
she talking like i’m with her yeah
she tryna set me up so she can try to come and k!ll me yeah
she gon see the real me yeah
she gon have to duck her head

she gon have to duck her hеad
i go and pick her boyfriend bed
dеmon eyes whole lot of red
coroner coming instead
gotta find that wave he ain’t got no dreads
don’t play with me you’ll end up dead
murda gang that’s what i said
bang bang all in his head

i up that glock
i shoot it 12 times not 1 time
i’m bout mine
i slang iron
put your momma on that front line
he dissing like he got lives
he talking like he bout died
that murder look like suicide
i bet his momma finna cry
hook:
i whack them boys on just for dissing
my name come up when they be missing
won’t call the laws i call my brothers for to spray you down
i quick to step with a hitta you better move around

i whack them boys on just for dissing
my name come up when they be missing
won’t call the laws i call my brothers for to spray you down
i quick to step with a hitta you better move around

he gon make the news and end up famous like a p*rn star
that choppa it go “ba ba ba” i rift it like a guitar
that choppa hit him in his chest i send him back like three yards
they might call me a grave digger i put him in that graveyard

he talking like he do cocaine
blow him up call it propane
it only take one to slang that thing
many might die up in his gang
dissing me oh that’s a shame
they gon remember your name
before he die make him pick his casket
7 bullets ima let him have it
all that talking that he doing man it’s finna get tragic
i step on him i do my ditty bop
i step on him i do my ditty bop
i step on him i do my ditty bop, yeah

hook:
i whack them boys on just for dissing
my name come up when they be missing
won’t call the laws i call my brothers for to spray you down
i quick to step with a hitta you better move around

- 229 dp lyrics

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