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Murda Something

A$AP Ferg

Trap Lord

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Tekst piosenki
[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame] A$AP Ferg, Waka Flocka [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] Some say I'm possessed, that's why Christ on my chest I'm from the Southside so I throw up the S Disrespect, I lay you to rest Boy you ass, you softer than breast Bloody murder, I lay you to rest Aim for the head ain't no need for a vest Can't nothing protect you from this tec Street educated, no use for G-tech Niggas be talking but really don't want it Put shells in your stomach, like pussy you wet Flocka like Rambo, I stay with the ammo Test me, that's a gamble like Russian Roulette I stay with them commas, I been through the drama You going to war, you better invest Fuck is a K? I ain't impressed Got thousands of shooters I pay just to flex [Hook] Niggas say I'm real, bitches say I'm hot Disrespect the Mob or Squad, then you get shot We don't dial 9-1-1, we don't fuck with cops 1-8-7 to the fuckin' ops (Ain't afraid to murda something) [Verse 2: A$AP Ferg] Ain't afraid to murda something, put 'em in a hearse or something I'm thinking you niggas is sweet, like a Starburst or something Get 'em a purse or something, might get 'em in church or something We heard the deacon speaking, I'm Donnie McClurkin frontin' I smell pussy, them niggas hurt your cousin All my people say "Stomp!" like I'm Kirk or something Put 'em in the dirt like "Work" or something, he get on my nerves so fuck him You turn ass like Tahiry when I pressed your buttons And that was no diss, niggas quick for discussion Y'all quick for the tweeting, y'all quick to be tumbling How about a Vine, 2 clips to your spine and Instagram pics of me dumping I'm feeling your bitch so I'm fucking, I skeet-skeet like it's nothing [Hook] [Bridge: Waka Flocka Flame] It's a homicide, a bloody murder All my niggas down to murder 187 on the op, that's a fallen soldier [Verse 3: A$AP Ferg] I'm finna get buck and start bringing the burner Now I'm beating that ass like Ike did Turner You sit in a box, you sleep in a hearse Wherever you from, that's my turf Fergie Ferg and I'm putting in work Young Flocka Flame gon' put 'em in the dirt Sipping on the Henny and a nigga go berserk Couple bitches gave me brain, then I skeet on they skirt [Waka Flocka Flame] Yeah Ferg, you nasty Pay attention, focus on what we came for Got the drop on a nigga, got the info Soon as I hop out then go click-clack, then go bang [Hook]
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