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do you wanna play - yrn murk lyrics

[intro]
i make your b-tch do whatever i say
i make your b-tch do whatever i say
skrt, skrt

[chorus]
i make your b-tch do whatever i say
she go get the money, she carry the k
i told my k!llers to watch what he say
he look at me wrong, i bet he gon’ spray
do you wanna play?
do you wanna play?
got a hundred ’round drum on the draco
do you wanna play?
i make your b-tch do whatever i say
she go get the money, she carry the k
i told my k!llers to watch what he say
he look at me wrong, i bet he gon’ spray
do you wanna play?
do you wanna play?
got a hundred ’round drum on the draco
do you wanna play?

[verse 1]
hundred round draco, told you lil n-gg-s do you really wanna play?
might kidnap your b-tch broad daylight, put a pillowcase on her face
no face, no case
no first 48
just 85 north where i’m headed
smokin’ good cookie and blowin’ grape
you know it gettin’ really late
got a mask on my face
taliban with the k
black suit tailor made (john wic at night)
put a n-gg- in the grave
just for thinkin’ that he brave
lot of n-gg-s gettin’ exposed
you don’t need try to save ’em
his trap disabled, i’m drinkin’ maple
it’s yrn, no other label
your b-tch she go get the bag out the box
take a break from the stove, bag up this rock
you pourin’ up ‘tussin then you drinkin’ snot
i got your ho at the front door with the glock

[verse 2]
i was trappin’ at a young age
in apartments, very late at night
i got a gun, n-gg- you got a knife
what the f-ck i look like tryna fight
three fifty seven, bulldog bite
got my young n-gg-s shootin’ on sight
straight a with the peanut b-tter guts
doin’ a hundred ’cause i’m kinda in a rush
say you workin’, well not good enough
say you trappin’, well n-gg- get up
balmains, always stuffed crust
a lot of chonies with a little bit of dubs
team top parallel in the streets
take a look at the forgi’s underneath
take a look at your b-tch on her knees
all it took was a little bit of cheese
real trap n-gg- eat that b-tch b’s
can you tell me n-gg- who are you to me?
got a forty right under my tee
if you wanna talk foul out your teeth
bet you didn’t know your b-tch work for me
when you give her cash it come to me
if you give her bags it come to me
everything comin’ to me

- yrn murk lyrics

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