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petho burr – murk sum كلمات اغاني

[chorus]
i see the demon in your eye, you tryna murder something
get [?] b-tch, you be f-cking and sucking on d-ck for them hunnits
i hop out the coupe, and shoot out the coupe, until [?] running
d-ck in her stomach, she running, huh
d-ck in her stomach, she vomit
told the lil b-tch if she play with the clique
then the sk hold a whole hunnit
told the lil b-tch if she play with the clique
then my hollows straight through his stomach
told that lil b-tch if he f-ck with my n-ggas i swear we gonna pull up with [?]
d-ck in her stomach, she running
d-ck in her stomach, she vomit, huh

[verse 1]
no b-lls but he get buried
don’t do no scary
i aim at his tooth just like a ferry
the partner that you love, turn him into a [?] berry
don’t like [?] but i will come pop your cherry (facts facts facts)
was understood, [?] you know i’m coming
[?] the glock, she gon bust sh-t like she c-mming (she c-mming)
caught him behind the store, like lit b-tch why the f-ck you running? (why the f-ck you running?)
even though your soul is mine, you should come give it to me
pull up with cutta’s we spray at your brothers
two dracos thats a hunnit (rahh)
show me how you [?]
[?] place off
like a b-tch n-gga face off
he want smoke, we can face off
i’m a k!ll the whole city call me adolf

[verse 2]
put em’ in the coupe, hanging out the roof, shooting at the opps yeah
pulling out, [?] me, you ain’t never there (you ain’t never there)
just me and [?] crazy f-cking your b-tch, yeah
my 1800 block, smoking on that loudpack
and n-gga tryna shoot [?] i ain’t having that (ain’t having that)
but f-cking n-gga did it anyway we had to handle that (doo doo doo doo)
[?] no one lurking (lurking)
the windows tinted (windows tinted)
we still scoping (still scoping)
shotgun p (shotgun p)
that n-gga hopping out (hopping out)
whats yo lease?
[?] cost a g (cost a g)
cuban link (cuban link)
pinky ring (pinky ring)
bling bling (bling bling)

[verse 3]
catch a body, catch a murder, i ain’t guilty
i was shooting for a reason and i promise that
hold on wait, kidnap the dad, and where the mama at?
f-ck the camera, f-ck the deer, where the llama at?
f-ck your b-tch, bbbrraaw, yeah bombaclapt
i ain’t really really from jamaica
i ain’t really really really from jamaica
i’m on 1800 block blowing aches
with that see through, .30 clips with john wicks
with that see through clips i’m with john wicks
n-ggas talking on the book, but they ain’t on sh-t
i be really going crazy on the air [?]

- petho burr

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