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murder murda - miyaa v & doomsday lyrics

[intro]
(doomsday)
it’s miyaa, baby, like

[chorus]
like, don’t get me started (glah)
this b*tch is on some walkin’ dead sh*t
i told b*tches to catch up with me, they got lost, i’m just on some straight put ’em to bed sh*t
thinkin’ she like that, she on some ed sh*t (are you dumb?)
ain’t lettin’ sh*t slide, this ain’t no sled sh*t (suck my d*ck)
back out the beam on her, yeah, that’s that red sh*t
ya baby f*ckin’, ya opps on some leg sh*t, dummy
b*tch, who the f*ck is a murda?
run into precious, on bro, i’ma hurt her (like, ahh)
b*tches did bad in the yams, did bad in the towns, still ain’t learn after she had a daughter
bum b*tch, i might just throw you some quarters
i’m playin’ point guard, you gettin’ water
and i ain’t f*ck on no jersey n*ggas, they know they couldn’t crack this (at all), but ya sh*t is slaughtered, d*ckhead

[verse]
how you tat all ya bodies, you losin’ me, what the f*ck? close up ya legs
take a vacation (ew)
little b*tch movin’ like she a yearbook and it’s graduation (what the f*ck?)
who made you sanctioned?
all of ya raps really ass, you just smoke bro who died in that station (like)
b*tch, i’ma break ya composites, i need that, stop makin’ tracks b*tch and drop ya location, real spill (what the f*ck?)
every beat, i go in for that real k!ll
let me show you how to do a real drill (uh*huh)
every trip, i was out in that real field
funny body, b*tch, i hate ya real build
you keep gettin’ the belt, b*tch, invest in a heater (glah)
bandman gon’ do it, i don’t gotta beat her you suckin’ d*ck everywhere that you go, catchin’ b*lls in ya mouth like you was derek jeter, b*tch
like, mv, i never miss
that just another mad b*tch on the list (uh*huh)
just speakin’ facts, my sh*t don’t be a diss (nah)
all my opps funny lookin’, they dismissed
smoked out, dirty, loafin’ drinkin’ tris
and they could say what they want, i ain’t never get beat, clock that ’cause y’all they drinkin’ p*ss, like
n*ggas gettin’ me tight, puttin’ me in they interviews, n*ggas was never outside (sbk)
b*tches did bad when they saw me, l’m smokin’ they n*gga, like, sis, how you let that sh*t slide? (doak)
you couldn’t show band a band, but you got a lil’ baby, like, b*tch you can’t even provide
how did you mack a b*tch v and then let shawty drag you around? i know that hurt ya pride (what the f*ck?)
all the cap on the media, sh*t gotta stop
still that pretty b*tch gettin’ the drop (d*mn, d*mn)
i ain’t gon’ say too much, n*gga, i know the real, i don’t ever take sh*t on a hop (at all)
b*tches ain’t goin’ nowhere, they a flop
go get some money, get up off that block
look how y’all livin’, i know b*tches popped stop buyin’ views, b*tch, meet me at the top
[chorus]
like, don’t get me started (glah)
this b*tch is on some walkin’ dead sh*t
i told b*tches to catch up with me, they got lost, i’m just on some straight put ’em to bed sh*t
thinkin’ she like that, she on some ed sh*t (are you dumb?)
ain’t lettin’ sh*t slide, this ain’t no sled sh*t (suck my d*ck)
back out the beam on her, yeah, that’s that red sh*t
ya baby f*ckin’, ya opps on some leg sh*t, dummy (stupid)
b*tch, who the f*ck is a murda?
run into precious, on bro, i’ma hurt her (like, ahh)
b*tches did bad in the yams, did bad in the towns, still ain’t learn after she had a daughter
bum b*tch, i might just throw you some quarters
i’m playin’ point guard, you gettin’ water
and i ain’t f*ck on no jersey n*ggas, they know they couldn’t crack this (at all), but ya sh*t is slaughtered, d*ckhead

[outro]
yeah, like, suck my d*ck, catch me outside, n*gga
[?]
murder murda
grrah

- miyaa v doomsday lyrics

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