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judas baby remix - kyle richh lyrics

[intro: murda b]
(ayay captain)
like, suck my d*ck
die drilly
grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah*grrah, boom
boom, b*tch, suck my d*ck, like
die drilly, grrah
grrah, b*tch, grrah
like

[verse 1: murda b]
heart pumpin’ right before i blam
murda b, she gon’ shoot wit’ both hands
he wit’ the dot if that boy never jammed
top two, not two and i know where i stand
who do you know that put on for this sh*t?
slide to the hill, tryna catch me a hit
smokin’ on fourteen, they dead in my spliff
and you know i’ma be the new face of this sh*t
f*ck notti, should of took a bus
never lackin’, clutchin’ on a gun
100k views you know i’m the one
i keep talkin’ my sh*t ’cause you thought i was done
that b*tch talkin’ hot, tell her come see me
i don’t mind about catchin’ a pedey
i’m wit’ the makk and he yellin’ out, “ewee”
now that i’m lit, n*ggas can’t evеn reach me

[chorus: murda b]
he triеd to run and that boy caught a knee shot
new opp, now we smokin’ on (edot)
rah [?], now i need a detox
sendin’ shots and we knock off his tree top
and i see all the comments
set her up and that b*tch is flying
i don’t do the politicking, all the fighting
and i never got beat, why you b*tches lying?

[verse 2: kyle richh]
grrah, i’m in the booth wit’ the deuce on my lap (deuce it)
how you jackin’ me? called you a rat (get off my d*ck)
like, o*opp n*ggas, still takin’ trains
brother got caught and the other got fame
like*like, what? who really on that? (d*mn)
he no good, he did bad for his team (bad for his team)
how y’all n*ggas still sippin’ on green? (green no good)
blockwork a b*tch and his mother’s a fiend
like, i’m in the lead, in celine (like, what?)
n*ggas’ homeless and still tryna beef (like, how?)
please don’t keep me when i’m off a bean (like, d*mn)
sippin’ and grievin’ from sh*t that i seen (grrah*grrah*grrah)
on a rock wit’ a couple of knocks (like, d*mn)
heart drop when they scream, “ninety*two” (like, what?)
free static, go dumb wit’ the deuce (like, d*mn)
free static, go dumb wit’ the— (like, huh?)

[verse 3: murda b]
who next? that’s rah
stupid dumb n*gga, caught one to his eye
smoking the cane and my head in the sky
notti be bussin’, this sh*t got me high
like f*ck that, what’s the word?
f*ck all the opps and f*ck what they heard
catch me a drilly, leave him in the dirt
and i swear when you see me, you better up first

[outro: murda b & kyle richh]
grrah*grrah, boom
b*tch, go dumb wit’ the deuce (like, what? like, what? like, d*mn)
like, go dumb wit’ the— (d*mn*d*mn*d*mn, grrah*grrah)
go dumb wit’ the deuce (like, d*mn)
d*mn, go dumb wit’ the deuce, d*mn (like, what? like, what? like, d*mn)
like, go dumb wit’ the— (d*mn*d*mn*d*mn, grrah*grrah)
go dumb wit’ the deuce (like, d*mn
(ayay captain)

- kyle richh lyrics

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