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murder rate 2 - retro jb lyrics

(verse 1: retro jb)
when we run up on you better duck
ain’t no dissing i don’t give a f*ck
them b*tches they knowing wassup
im a big dog little n*gga you a pup
she ride on my d*ck like a horse
with the whip he jumped out the porsche
we riding deep no honda accord
can’t f*ck with no n*ggas they bores

(verse 2: lnfdukee)
n*gga stop acting so hard you know you ain’t about it you know you a p*ssy, f*cking the b*tch and she giving me cookie, hit from the back she say he a rookie, double my cup i’m sipping on joker, run up on me this glock gone poke him, i love getting money i love when i’m sober, you ride around to mars i ride in the rover, they know the factory, i be jacking my jeans so the ones who be jacking me, he charged like a battery, he think burn wheat until i burn his calories, you gone need a factory, you know you ain’t hard you know you ain’t after me, so n*gga stop capping please, my shooters gone k!ll if you thinking you after me

(verse 3: retro jb)
glock twenty*six get a n*gga knocked off
running through walls like hot sauce
bad b*tches want to get a n*gga topped off
she in the room she said chow*chow
stop flexing n*gga you done lost
n*ggas talking they ain’t finna pop out
n*ggas dumb like the f*ck is you doing
i’m f*cking two hoes and i do it congruent
she in my bed she got to drooling
ball up in queens like patrick ewing

(verse 4: retro jb)
i don’t want your h*e you can keep her
got bodies on me like a reaper
my ar it still gotta peeper
you know when i shoot it’s lethal
my brother shoot the chopper like he stupid
fell in love with the bag like cupid
let’s switch up the whips leave him clueless
i switched up the whips left him clueless

- retro jb lyrics

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