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bak jay & fbg murda - d to da murda lyrics

[intro: bak jay]
hmm, hmm, come on
mmm, really a monster, a beast, problem, n_gga
ayy (bak)

[chorus: bak jay & fbg murda]
really a monster, a beast, the problem, the young n_gga like to hop out with them yoppers (brr)
they’ll go crazy, he put that b_tch to your face broad day and n0body gon’ stop him (n0body gon’ stop him)
dead man smokin’, i f_cked around, dropped him
no, i don’t want that ho, ’cause she keep causin’ drama (she keep causin’ drama)
murda say he got low, hit that l!ck for them commas
b_tch, we takin’ your soul if you speak on the daughter (takin’ your soul)
b_tch got to tappin’ her friends, she seen who walked in, that’s murda and bak (murda and bak)
promoter ain’t wanna let us in with them gens, but lil’ brother backpack the big_ass drac’ (backpack the big_ass drac’)
waitin’ to murder with over two hundred_somethin’ shots, i’ll leave a n_gga ass in the paint (i’ll leave a n_gga ass in the paint)
bro pulled a pin in the chop, that’s a fully .62, leave a n_gga in bad_ass shape (boom, boom, boom, boom)

[verse 1: bak jay]
from the d to the murder, boy, we gettin’ sh_t hot
we ain’t leavin’ no traces when we spin on k block (spin on k block)
i’ma choose me the racks ‘fore i choose me a thot
know i’m hard than b_tch, you can call me a rock
p_ssy, i’m on your head, don’t get caught with that b_tch again
know she on go, do it all for them benjamins
heard he got hit, what he get bein’ the middleman
flipped over sh_t, i’m legit with this mac_10
flipped over sh_t, he got parked over the highway
totin’ this stick, better not try that sh_t my way (don’t try)
do it for me (grr) the live way
on it since day one and waitin’ ’til friday
call lil’ switch, shootin’ sh_t like davonte
i got a freaky lil’ b_tch with a bag
flexin’ that sh_t, get it took, better not brag (better not brag)
walk up the— then go walk up the pass (go, go)
[chorus: bak jay & fbg murda]
really a monster, a beast, the problem, the young n_gga like to hop out with them yoppers (hop out with yoppers)
they’ll go crazy, he put that b_tch to your face broad day and n0body gon’ stop him (n0body gon’ stop him)
dead man smokin’, i f_cked around, dropped him
no, i don’t want that ho, ’cause she keep causin’ drama
murda say he got low, hit that l!ck for them commas (hit that l!ck)
b_tch, we takin’ your soul if you speak on the daughter (takin’ your soul)
b_tch got to tappin’ her friends, she seen who walked in, that’s murda and bak (that’s murda and bak)
promoter ain’t wanna let us in with them gens, but lil’ brother backpack the big_ass drac’ (he backpack the big_ass drac’)
waitin’ to murder with over two hundred_somethin’ shots, i’ll leave a n_gga ass in the paint (i’ll leave a n_gga ass in the paint)
bro pulled a pin in the chop, that’s a fully .62, leave a n_gga in bad_ass shape (he was in bad_ass shape)

[verse 2: fbg murda]
uh, first shot hit his top, when we pulled off his block, n_gga white tee was already red (was already red)
last n_gga [?] at 5, i had looked in his eyes, boy, i knew that lil’ n_gga was scared (boy, i knew that lil’ n_gga was scared)
we got the lo’ first day, we was sittin’, let a ho walk out of this b_tch and she dead (she dead)
that bag get dropped and them young n_ggas go spinnin’ blocks until they had collect the bread (until they had collect the bread)
b_tch, it’s just me and jay c in the booth, said if he see an opp, i’ma shoot after you (i’ma blow after you)
nothin’ but b_tches and glocks at the lot, i just got fully yercs, hit them hoes by the two (hit them hoes by the two)
unlock the door, boy, i wanna shoot out the court, n_gga, i don’t even blow out the roof (n_gga, i don’t even blow off the roof)
jumped out hittin’ that sh_t, two switches and chops, n_gga might as well go check the news (ha)

[chorus: bak jay & fbg murda]
really a monster, a beast, the problem, the young n_gga like to hop out with them yoppers
they’ll go crazy, he put that b_tch to your face broad day and n0body gon’ stop him (n0body gon’ stop him)
dead man smokin’, i f_cked around, dropped him (yeah, i dropped him)
no, i don’t want that ho, ’cause she keep causin’ drama
murda say he got low, hit that l!ck for them commas
b_tch, we takin’ your soul if you speak on the daughter (takin’ your soul)
b_tch got to tappin’ her friends, she seen who walked in, that’s murda and bak (that’s murda and bak)
promoter ain’t wanna let us in with them gens, but lil’ brother backpack the big_ass drac’ (he backpack the big_ass drac’)
waitin’ to murder with over two hundred_somethin’ shots, i’ll leave a n_gga ass in the paint (i’ll leave a n_gga ass in the paint)
bro pulled a pin in the chop, that’s a fully .62, leave a n_gga in bad_ass shape
[outro: fbg murda]
man, free my brother
[?] free [?] and them
f_ck the opps, free the opps

- bak jay fbg murda lyrics

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