| Mob gang, $hmurda gang
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| Freebandz gang
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| Free $hmurda's nigga
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| Ah ah ah
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| I’m a pull up on a fuck nigga
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| We got Draco’s in the truck with us
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| Can’t no nigga really fuck with us
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| I got Johnny in a cut
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| I got Swerky in a cut
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| It’s a choppa in a cut
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| And I’m still in stories nigga
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| Selling packs I need a cut
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| Plenty bands got shorty
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| I got bags now shorty
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| Got the 40, run up on me
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| I ain’t playing round shorty
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| Got a nigga down
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| It’s a man down
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| Got a shooter for me
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| He ain’t playing round
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| Ain’t a nigga tried me
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| Dare a nigga cross me
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| Let the fucking bird hang
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| He ain’t coming off me
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| Free Ashino with the mag
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| They gave my youngin fourteen
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| I was laying niggas down since I was like fourteen
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| Free my nigga Baby Seth he made first forty eight
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| Shooters quick they probly hit you with the first forty eight
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| Stay quiet manslaughter all the day my nigga ate
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| Where my nigga kept the solid boy that nigga hella hate
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| I got busy in adreni’s knock offs on my resume
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| When I ride on shit and kill em probly wouldn’t a call my case
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| Momma steak but it’s cool ain’t no pressure I can’t take
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| Fill a crate play with Hen boosie put em in his place
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| Gave my nigga Poopie twelve cause he brought out yellow tape
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| He the type to kill big or small one in yo mama face
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| Free Latura red dot
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| Gave yo boys some headshots
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| Pissing on these niggas graves tell em fuck the dead ops
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| Free Yale, Free Chuck, Free Lou, Free Luck
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| Free Bimma, Free Fima bad dawgs locked up
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| Rubber band, money gang they know niggas how this do
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| We ain’t snitching fuck twelve
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| We go hard like buttermilk
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| All my RDK niggas pull up and start on them
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| I got killas up the way if we drumming pardon them
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| Aye, aye, aye we gon pull up get to squeezing hoe
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| I make sure you never bring yo ass to prelim hoe
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| My shooters up whoever say we beefing hoe
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| I can’t tell you who that mud about a week ago
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| You don’t rock how I rock
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| All these niggas fake as fuck they ain’t shot what I shot
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| They ain’t really getting money, they ain’t got what I got
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| He might got a lil wave he ain’t hot how I’m hot
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| Ah, ah, ah, had my chopper send it to a lil boy
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| Shot that shit when other niggas goofy boy, not with I
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| You can catch me still on nose at the stove, what he wah
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| Nigga said he went on Doe for a no
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| Free Juan, Free Tess, he don’t even see the chalk
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| Nigga said he gonna smoke pussy I ain’t even cough
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| Had my check gang niggas, cash em all, what you thought
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| I was soft, then you lost
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| Think again, I’m a boss
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| Yeah I was gon spray you niggas
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| Changed my mind, fuck that
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| We gon pull up bust first nigga we don’t press back
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| Really god in my city, niggas know I run that
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| Had yo momma crying cause she ain’t gon get her son back
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| Run away with money B, then he on his way back
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| Now my niggas come and K you all so we laid back
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| Free hood, kick his door nigga where yo safe at
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| Ain’t gon tell me fucking murder man pussies face back, bitch
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| We gon pull up on a fuck nigga
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| Rubber band smell that gang who can fuck with us
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| Think this shit a game till we touch niggas
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| Three times to my fellas I say brap nigga, gang
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| Brap, brap |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song $hmurda Gang , by - Doe Boy. Song from the album In Freebandz We Trust 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп