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hublot - murdagang pb lyrics

[intro]
(oh, louis, it’s another one)

[chorus]
got a bag on my wrist, plain jane, that’s a hublot
why stress ’bout a b*tch? trade her in for a new ho
she the baddest, i’m tryna f*ck on dj nuvo
n*gga think i won’t slide ’cause i went to a juco
up the score on the eyes, double back and get two more
if i tell ’em to dirt me, on my demons, gon’ do so
like to face me a n*gga, i’m tryna get too close
big old chops, send him way up to mars, no bruno
stick on me stickin’, now i can’t consent
n*ggas tough than a b*tch when they not in the city
catch him, bag him, like twenty*eight grams, i’ma a zip him
slide up, hop out, walk down, like an uber, i lift him
christmas, rock mе a n*gga, i giff him
boxed him, treat his ass like sonny liston
n*gga don’t want no friction, thеy cap rappin’ fiction
i be itchin’ for bodies, this sh*t a addiction

[verse]
i’m back in my section, i got this sh*t elevated
if i pull it, i’m bustin’, ain’t doin’ no hesitatin’
this my time, i’m a tick like a bomb, i’ll be detonatin’
these n*ggas like law, they do too much investigatin’
catch him and stretch him, that day is his expiration
he won’t see tomorrow, this his final destination
press harder, they tried put me back on that medication
the moves i be makin’ don’t come with no explanation
if you talkin’ that sh*t, gotta stand on it
catch a f*ck n*gga outside, put that fan on him
n*gga got k’s everywhere like the klan on him
i’ll crash for lil’ big, they better not lay a hand on him
keep that heat on me solo, i might got a tan on it
sticks, drums like i got a band on me
drop d*ck in that b*tch and i didn’t even plan on it
big general comin’ like lieutenant dan on it
sh*t look like a relay, they racin’ for clout
i ain’t chasin’ this sh*t, it just fell in my lap
i’d be dead or in jail if it weren’t for this rap
i’ll merc me a n*gga, give a f*ck ’bout an app
think i’m one of these industry n*ggas, get slapped
i won’t rest ’til he sleep, end up takin’ a nap
tryna knock off his head, all i’m thinkin’ is tap
n*gga think that he stiff ’til he stood on a scalp
[chorus]
got a bag on my wrist, plain jane, that’s a hublot
why stress ’bout a b*tch? trade her in for a new ho
she the baddest, i’m tryna f*ck on dj nuvo
n*gga think i won’t slide ’cause i went to a juco
up the score on the eyes, double back and get two more
if i tell ’em to dirt me, on my demons, gon’ do so
like to face me a n*gga, i’m tryna get too close
big old chops, send him way up to mars, no bruno
stick on me stickin’, now i can’t consent
n*ggas tough than a b*tch when they not in the city
catch him, bag him, like twenty*eight grams, i’ma a zip him
slide up, hop out, walk down, like an uber, i lift him
christmas, rock me a n*gga, i giff him
boxed him, treat his ass like sonny liston
n*gga don’t want no friction, they cap rappin’ fiction
i be itchin’ for bodies, this sh*t a addiction

- murdagang pb lyrics

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