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young dinero banks - murder كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
this is a public announcement
for every rapper that’s claiming that they up next
you ain’t up next
yuh!

[verse 1]
lock and loaded like a pistol
winnin’ my momma, i’m gonna blow up like a missile
i was born with this drip, n-gga don’t drown in my drizzle
b-tch blow me like a whistle
i ain’t p-ssy yeah i’m ready to diss you
bars ready if you got any issue
murder you n-gga and leave all your n-ggas to miss you
will he diss me? well i bet that he [?]
chance smaller than the [?]
you don’t know all the sh-t that i’ve been through
cause a bluff, for them n-ggas to get you
god and money couldn’t even protect you
f-ck all them n-ggas who hyper response
they ain’t your friend if them n-ggas gon’ let you
’cause that’s just murder, f-ck your fans and the n-ggas who heard you
i am the best, and n-gga that’s word to
young dinero man that n-gga the goat
dead fish, i’mma leave him to float
death [?} but murder she wrote
[?] i see with a coat

[chorus]
murder she wrote, murder these rappers
will if i have to, f-ck your gang and the n-ggas that back you
f-cked your b-tch, suck my d-ck in the bathroom
got no boss so they do what they have to
n-ggas wack, and they wanna do better but never do better
stick to the gimmicks you n-ggas is clever, hah
murder
murder she wrote, huh
murder, huh
murder, huh
murder, huh
murder
murder she wrote, yeah

[verse 2]
murder she wrote for these rappers
never move forward cause you livin’ backwards
you ain’t livin’ like a gangster, n-ggas is actors
i won’t go put a bullet through your head
but murder these rappers, cause these n-ggas better off dead
’cause once i go kick in the flow, you already know, it’s murder she wrote
and don’t be jackin’ on the sh-t that i boat
new york, got the game by the throat
drippy n-ggas, all my n-ggas is soaked
i got bread, and she giving me loaf
and you gettin’ none, i’m second to none
and you wanna diss, i do this for fun
n-ggas sing like [?], huh, but i ain’t the one
you ain’t get it, look it up
you was sleepin’, i was f-ckin’ it up
you could do better? then n-gga whats up
i wrote this sh-t without smokin’ a blunt
i don’t need skunk, for my sh-t to bump
it bumps irregardless, my sh-t r-t-rded
young baked, yeah n-gga is heartless
perfect aim and you look like a target (blow blow sheesh blow blow)

[outro]
-that’s a banger-

- young dinero banks

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