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fbg murda - real dallas كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(d_mn, finngotit)
ah, ah, ah, come on, come on, come on (grrt, grrt)
it sound like y’all should run (come on, ayy, let this sh_t, go, n_gga)
ayy, turn me up, n_gga
ayy, f_ck the opps, fto, n_gga (for real)
ayy, otssge (alright)

[chorus]
n_gga, i’m up, bro, if it’s somethin’ for less than a ball, youngin say he’ll k!ll for an onion (youngin say he’ll k!ll for a onion)
it’s been a minute since i had to risk my craft, tell them b_tch_ass pigs, “free monkey” (tell them b_tch_ass pigs, “free monkey”)
we come through blowin’, everybody out there targets, shoot whoever up in the function (grrt)
bro tryna harder than a b_tch, pulled up to this ho on a monday, get left on a sunday (get left on a sunday)

[verse 1]
that ho was tweakin’, i take me a switch ‘way to germany and probably bump heads with a russian (i’d probably bump hеads with a russian)
my b_tch dropped the bomb, on bro, n_gga, f_ck you and wait, p_ss me off, i’ll comе drop another (i’ll come drop another)
s7100 in this b_tch, who they signed ’em all and they b_tch_ass wasn’t on nothin’ (and they b_tch_ass wasn’t on nothin’)
five of them safety’s, jumped out with sheistys, them switches, them b_tch_ass n_ggas kept runnin’ (them b_tch_ass n_gga kept runnin’)
blg band, that’s a washed_up rapper (he a b_tch)
made a post, last twenty_four hours was duckin’ (twenty_four hours was duckin’)
find somethin’ safer to do or go play with your ho, i’m a dangerous young n_gga with money (i’m a dangerous young n_gga with money)
drac’, drac’ still lurkin’, strapped down with a grown man gun, leave a little_ass kid three hundred (leave a little_ass_kid three hundred)
your man get nothin’, this sh_t off of playin; with bricks, n_gga, i ain’t never f_cked with no junkies (i ain’t never f_cked with no junkies)
these b_tches goin’ just off my name, my merch and it’s different when she out here livin’ (it’s different when she out here livin’)
i could f_ck all of my exes if i want, but i don’t ’cause my b_tch got an ass, wanna build it (b_tch got an ass, wanna build it)
chop all my opps in the wind, catch a n_gga on this side of town, drop somethin’, on business (drop somethin’, business, brrt)
can’t f_ck with a broke_ass, opp n_ggas safe ’cause i’m rich and i’m certified, i’ll stand in the middle (i’ll send straight fire)
this 323 came with a big_ass mush, tryna smoke one of these cap_ass n_ggas (smoke one of these cap_ass n_ggas)
all about me, got bird face and throw it away (come on), i’m not one of these rat_ass n_ggas. i’m not one of these rappin’_ass n_ggas
somethin’ got left in the east, jumped out on feet, that’s another f_ckin’ hat in the vehicle (that’s another f_ckin’ hat in the vehicle)
it’s two deep, me and 6 up in ’round ot with a switch and leave that in a sprinter (bah, bah, bah, bah)
[chorus]
n_gga, i’m up, bro, if it’s somethin’ for less than a ball, youngin say he’ll k!ll for an onion (youngin say he’ll k!ll for a onion)
it’s been a minute since i had to risk my craft, tell them b_tch_ass pigs, “free monkey” (tell them b_tch_ass pigs, “free monkey”)
we come through blowin’, everybody out there targets (come on), shoot whoever up in the function (grrt, grrt)
bro tryna harder than a b_tch, pulled up to this ho on a monday, get left on a sunday

[verse 2]
them n_ggas hurtin’, he up with a little ass roll and that g can’t f_ck with me or nothin’ (n_gga, f_ck that g)
and since the fg, n_gga keep dissin’, tell him, “gg,” n_gga, get back for his brother (get back for your brother, b_tch)
i’ll probably pop out in gucci with off_white 1s with the gg’s leanin’ over my buckles
n_gga, free d (come on, come on), i been torturin’ sh_t through the 10, we the youngest cold k!llers with b_ttons (grrt, grrt)

[outro]
uh, come on (n_gga, free my brother, n_gga, f_ck the opps, n_gga)
yeah, come on
and act like y’all don’t know who it is (y’all ain’t gon’ like this)
y’all be duckin’ and sh_t
i saw your b_tch_ass in the mall, you wasn’t on nothin’
n_gga, your brother dead, why the f_ck you ain’t cuff him (don’t play with me)
on bro, uh, come on, uh, uh
keeve’ll rob your b_tch_ass
you don’t wan’ do nothin’ with me
that other rappin’_ass n_gga you called chicken
get it ‘fore you go sprung, where i’m at
uh, uh, n_gga, f_ck the opps, n_gga, you with them n_ggas, gon’ die with them
that rat_ass n_gga, haha, dead_ass, f_ck the opps, not f_ckin’ with him
haha, f_ck all this sh_t, i’m still havin’, y’all don’t have any drip
grrt, uh, free my brother

- fbg murda

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