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kyle richh - judas baby remix كلمات الأغنية

[intro: murda b]
(ayay captain)
like, suck my d_ck
die drilly
grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah_grrah, boom
boom, b_tch, suck my d_ck, like
die drilly, grrah
grrah, b_tch, grrah
like

[verse 1: murda b]
heart pumpin’ right before i blam
murda b, she gon’ shoot wit’ both hands
he wit’ the dot if that boy never jammed
top two, not two and i know where i stand
who do you know that put on for this sh_t?
slide to the hill, tryna catch me a hit
smokin’ on fourteen, they dead in my spliff
and you know i’ma be the new face of this sh_t
f_ck notti, should of took a bus
never lackin’, clutchin’ on a gun
100k views you know i’m the one
i keep talkin’ my sh_t ’cause you thought i was done
that b_tch talkin’ hot, tell her come see me
i don’t mind about catchin’ a pedey
i’m wit’ the makk and he yellin’ out, “ewee”
now that i’m lit, n_ggas can’t evеn reach me

[chorus: murda b]
he triеd to run and that boy caught a knee shot
new opp, now we smokin’ on (edot)
rah [?], now i need a detox
sendin’ shots and we knock off his tree top
and i see all the comments
set her up and that b_tch is flying
i don’t do the politicking, all the fighting
and i never got beat, why you b_tches lying?

[verse 2: kyle richh]
grrah, i’m in the booth wit’ the deuce on my lap (deuce it)
how you jackin’ me? called you a rat (get off my d_ck)
like, o_opp n_ggas, still takin’ trains
brother got caught and the other got fame
like_like, what? who really on that? (d_mn)
he no good, he did bad for his team (bad for his team)
how y’all n_ggas still sippin’ on green? (green no good)
blockwork a b_tch and his mother’s a fiend
like, i’m in the lead, in celine (like, what?)
n_ggas’ homeless and still tryna beef (like, how?)
please don’t keep me when i’m off a bean (like, d_mn)
sippin’ and grievin’ from sh_t that i seen (grrah_grrah_grrah)
on a rock wit’ a couple of knocks (like, d_mn)
heart drop when they scream, “ninety_two” (like, what?)
free static, go dumb wit’ the deuce (like, d_mn)
free static, go dumb wit’ the— (like, huh?)

[verse 3: murda b]
who next? that’s rah
stupid dumb n_gga, caught one to his eye
smoking the cane and my head in the sky
notti be bussin’, this sh_t got me high
like f_ck that, what’s the word?
f_ck all the opps and f_ck what they heard
catch me a drilly, leave him in the dirt
and i swear when you see me, you better up first

[outro: murda b & kyle richh]
grrah_grrah, boom
b_tch, go dumb wit’ the deuce (like, what? like, what? like, d_mn)
like, go dumb wit’ the— (d_mn_d_mn_d_mn, grrah_grrah)
go dumb wit’ the deuce (like, d_mn)
d_mn, go dumb wit’ the deuce, d_mn (like, what? like, what? like, d_mn)
like, go dumb wit’ the— (d_mn_d_mn_d_mn, grrah_grrah)
go dumb wit’ the deuce (like, d_mn
(ayay captain)

- kyle richh

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