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[Intro] M-M-M-Murda [Chorus] Hold up, they like jit slow your roll up Firing up another blunt I think I need to pour Do you feel my pain You just know that I ain't [?] Doing mary jane tryna duck off for informants He out his head Well that jit ain't even humble I done heard it all don't believe it on my momma Got tired of jail Stay silent [?] [?] [Verse 1] I bagged shorty Compact this a black Audi Taurus nino red beam in the fucking 30 These niggas playing with they lives crackers giving jerseys And when it rain it get muddy like a fucking derby This a remake on the beat you can't report it stolen I switched the [?] you would think I own it I got that cannon in my gutter boy you know it's on me I'm boutta do a show and murder with my fucking homies These niggas changing bout that money tryna fucking clone me 30 tryna clear the scene but I can't tell them nothing Cause all they know is cheese when that [?] coming Now they asking where the tee 'cause I ain't tryna punt it [Chorus] Hold up, they like jit slow your roll up Firing up another blunt I think I need to pour Do you feel my pain You just know that I ain't [?] Doing mary jane tryna duck off for informants He out his head Well that jit ain't even humble I done heard it all don't believe it on my momma Got tired of jail Stay silent [?] [?] [Verse 2] He black and white, no referee, but I knew it was coming Now this case involving me, if I win it, if I flunk it Watch a nigga think he Cujo, huh, he turned into a junkie I be rocking riding drugs but I won't be a walking zombie I ain't talking [?] you catch a slug on me another body Where I'm from it's color purple, boy that shit kind of violet [?] Swinging houses, flipping couches, shit that ain't easy silence him Mathematics tryna multiply my fucking profit Scheming for them racks and hitting sacks me and my partner Ay uh, oh you got it now you popping Ay don't tell a soul jit don't even tweet about it [Chorus] Hold up, they like jit slow your roll up Firing up another blunt I think I need to pour Do you feel my pain You just know that I ain't [?] Doing mary jane tryna duck off for informants He out his head Well that jit ain't even humble I done heard it all don't believe it on my momma Got tired of jail Stay silent [?] [?]
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