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one mic freestyle - murda b lyrics

[intro]
if you hear your name in this song, suck my d*ck
if you mad about it, suck my d*ck, word

[verse]
n*ggas know i don’t got nothin’ to prove, b*tches d*ck ridin’ me to get lit
and i’m standin’ on everything, all of the sh*t that i said, all that doa sh*t to my d*ck
and these n*ggas be talkin’, but when they see me in person, they beggin’ me just for a fl!ck
and i’m seein’ a lot of talkin’ on the media, b*tches tryna get under my skin and it’s like oh, god
when n*ggas gonna stop suckin’ my d*ck while they gettin’ paid 9*to*5 workin’ a job?
when n*ggas gonna go give me my flowers? it feel like the spot that i made, it got robbed
how fast n*ggas switch up like they all been hatin’, i peeped it, i swear that sh*t was really odd
i catch lil’ rubi or enny, they smoke on my kid, now i roll up dummy in a box
i’m not gonna lie, i don’t give a f*ck who don’t like me ’cause they don’t excite me
b*tches, they wanna talk sh*t, and i’m not even takin’ that lightly, i drop, come and fight me
i held it down for you n*ggas, b*tch, you better talk to me nicely, i’m somebody wifey
scottie keep dissin’ like n*ggas ain’t beat her right out of her nikes, put her on a white tee
i really can’t take all these new n*ggas serious, i link with the opps just to see, i was curious to see what y’all’d do
most of y’all ran and went straight to the stu’
and then started dissin’, my n*gga, don’t play that
sendin’ shots all around where her face at
n*ggas just pick and choosin’, either way, they losin’, wanna cuff lil’ murda, then just say that
like, n*ggas don’t know the sh*t that i been through
left the shoes, but got stuck in the middle
now they linkin’, i’m tryna be cool, i see it and all i can do is could just giggle
and, yeah, i got touched, but don’t gotta say it no more, after i drop, b*tches know what’s up
like you need to give up, n*ggas just lyin’ and sh*t, don’t believe ’em, they just tryna f*ck
without me, there wouldn’t be no more you, you got 400k, i’ma clock it
went up off a line, askin’ me what did i do, when they throw up a hound, i’ma drop it
and it’s no shade, i cut that b*tch open, the blade in my mouth if that b*tch wanna play
and i don’t play them games, sh*t that you make in a year is the sh*t that i make in a day
i f*cked around, i gotta admit it, n*ggas f*cked up with gettin’ me started
like, how could you do it when i was your ticket? get the whole [?] excited when i f*ck around and record and go drop me a snippet
n*ggas doin’ the sh*t i was doin’, but when they all do it, all i hear is crickets
just give me a minute to just let me finish
we gonna get to the facts, let’s talk about all that sh*t that y’all sayin’ ain’t real
b*tches, they swear they don’t like me, but they was all on my d*ck when i signed my first deal
b*tches, they all fake as f*ck, if they was around me before, then they should know what’s up
they gon’ say that my sh*t wasn’t tough, but they speak on my kid, so i roll them n*ggas in my blunt
[outro]
f*ck you, f*ck enny, f*ck rubi
f*ck all them dead n*ggas that ever talked about my life
’cause y’all n*ggas ain’t doin’ sh*t, i’m still droppin’ the jet
stop speakin’ on my kid ’cause my kid doin’ way better than y’all n*ggas
and, yeah, y’all already know what’s up
feel me? this is my last song ‘fore a while before i drop, then y’all gonna come fight me
huh, yeah

- murda b lyrics

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