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murda worth to g county - kenny b lyrics

[verse 1: kenny b]
i might’ve just jumped in the vette
my young n*ggas slidin, they throwin a set
instagram model i got that b*tch wet
b*tch this a mac, no uzi no tec
slap a lil b*tch cause she talkin, need d*ck
signed me a deal dropped a bag on my neck
f*ck with my youngin we crash and we wreck
trap with lil peso, he tell me we run up a check
he tell me it’s better than s*x
he tell me a n*gga f*ck one day you know that he wet
my verse, kenny b pull out that tec
came in that rent, he gonna leave in that stretch
b*tch i be thuggin and muggin i’m throwin my set
i swear i know b*tches that good for that neck
we on the block, n*gga, who wanna play?
droppin that bag on a n*gga
take out the trash trynna bag me a n*gga
imma run up that check, i ain’t askin no n*gga
kenny b chill, i flash on a n*gga
roll up that dope i ain’t passin a n*gga
b*tch i’m in the sixth, come to the hood
swear to god you ain’t gotta ask for a n*gga

[verse 2: peso peso]
you ain’t gotta ask sh*t
i’m slidin through the hood with a hundred round clip
might stop at your house let it off then i dip
peso peso they be feelin my drip
i be whippin dope with my right hand
if you want a kilo come with twenty*five bands
play with the gang, i ain’t playin
imma come to your show and get you and your hype man
i’m on the block i just pour the deuce up
imma stash like you wanna two up
got pleks with me got tecs with me
i come to your spot and i shoot your crew up
i’m with kenny b we ain’t stop sh*t
i got chains on my neck and rocks on my fit
and i gotta lotta diamonds in my mouth
and i get a lotta guap from your b*tch
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too many racks in my pocket can’t fit
got a problem with me, i got choppas in the whip
can’t rap with me cause my prices too still
i’m bossed up i got k!llers on go
in the trap, strapped, throwin packs for the low
soon as you out of the store imma let it blow
get a n*gga k!lled for a pound of dro

[verse 3: kenny b]
ey
i send a blitz, double
never change gang we gon meet that’s a huddle
diss on the gang you in trouble
i put that d*ck in his bae, he mad, he wanna scuffle, i will not touch him
i got a thirty*round clip, it get to bussin
told my young n*gga to off him, it’s nothing
twelve at the store, they be checkin my pockets, i told em i ain’t sellin nothing
i got my feet on the gas and i’m doing the dash, i might speed in the hood like i’m rushin
never change gang, they will catch you and that ain’t even nothin
haa you think they ain’t bussin?
got jam with the gang gang turn to a nothin
i get the loaf, i get the bread like a m*ffin

[verse 4: peso peso]
lil n*gga i trap in the gutter
i’m grippin that choppa i skoot up and flush ya
you don’t want grease with me, i don’t wanna speak
imma k!ll you and your brother
i’m bellin with k!llers i dont hang with busters
kenny b youngin, that my lil blooda
n*ggas go to jail with no bail, then a n*gga start singin like usher
i ain’t got racks in my purse, i got racks in my pocket
i’m stagin my show and i’m clenching my rocket
don’t reach for my chain, imma up it and pop it
n*gga know i got a bag on me, and i splash up wearin dolce & gabbana
i keep my a tool like i work for o’reilly
put the dope in her p*ssy if the laws get behind me

- kenny b lyrics

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