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murda - 800pts lyrics

[chorus]
rich young kid on the worst drugs
mom worried sick, i can’t quit, i’m her worst son (i’m her worst son)
twin got that iron, he might burn somethin’
big bro might fire in the church just like burzum (just like burzum)
you got [?], you a snitch, we gon’ hurt you
that boy not missin’ n0body, no murder (no murder)
tell ’em [?], it convert her
how you gon’ act like a boss? you a nerd, dawg

[verse]
i wake up, pop four xans before i even brush my t**th
could’ve brought some people up and even they ain’t believe
xans turned me into a zombie like i’m straight outta philly
’cause i ain’t gon’ work for free, boy, that’s some [?] (it’s my job)
why would i give you a versе? boy, i don’t even know you
b*tch, i’m still locked in thе stu’, cookin’ sh*t up, no [soul?] food
bricks inside the whip look like i’m ’bout to deliver tofu
she asked if i felt the same way, i did tell her, “no, boo” (i don’t feel it)
at least i don’t mind switchin’ that b*tch, she one of the lucky ones
i pop a xan’ on xan’ like 2015 [?]
mama callin’ my phone, i say, “what’s up?”, she say, “i love you, son”
i’ve seen your instagram, why you keep lyin’? i see all them drugs (oh f*ck)
huh, i keep tellin’ you, b*tch, you won’t get it
i’m on sixty milligrams of oxy’, i might move away with it
off and ’round the moon lately, i’ll come down for you, baby
i just popped a full 80, think i’ma die soon, baby (yeah, uh)
only rock them [?] pieces
bad b*tch and she’s 23*ish, she call me, she say she need d*ck
i pull up, i give her [?], skinny jeans, the bands won’t fit in
pop two yercs, i drink the beer and where i’m at, right now i didn’t
mom, the rappin’ sh*t goin’ good, get money, spend all that sh*t
i got balenci’ my shoe, you rock fugazi bullsh*t
all black rick all my boots, balenci’ hoodie is pink
too young to be this d*mn rich, so i just act a d*mn fool
[chorus]
rich young kid on the worst drugs
mom worried sick, i can’t quit, i’m her worst son (i’m her worst son)
twin got that iron, he might burn somethin’
big bro might fire in the church just like burzum (just like burzum)
you got [?], you a snitch, we gon’ hurt you
that boy not missin’ n0body, no murder (no murder)
tell ’em [?], it convert her
how you gon’ act like a boss? you a nerd, dawg

- 800pts lyrics

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