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Murda Day Lyrics - Artist : BIG30
Dum, dum, dum, dum
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
(Red Dead, I'm so fuckin' bumpin', bro)
Blrrd
Blrrd

Really don't give no fuck if I go platinum or go gold (Give a fuck 'bout going gold)
Just don't take me from my family, take my freedom, or my stove (Please don't take me from my stove)
Ain't no nigga gave me shit, I took something from him, yeah, if I owed (If I woofed him, then he gone)
I had faith in my lil' nigga, he was woofing, but he froze (Take his Glock, he's dead and gone)
Got a bitch from Walker Homes, gon' suck you dry to slime you out
We need every key to every whip and the key to his house (Skrrt, skrrt)
Talk too much around BIG30, you get hit up in your mouth (Pew)
Got no love for no rats, it's strictly murder for the mouse (Murder)
Blrrd (Blrrd), blrrd (Blrrd, blrrd, blrrd), that's all I got to say (Blrrd)
Thirty shots in this Glock, twenty-six get hit up in the face
Lil One, he got locked in, he and Lil Goonie staying out the way (He tryna make them come outside)
'Cause they know where it's safe and they know BIG30 ain't come to play (Play with 30, he gon' die)
Pull up with them Dracs and hit up every house that's on your block (We gon' hit your block)
They know that it's smoke, so when he leave, they walk him to the car (Bet his ass is gon' get shot)
Bitch, I'm Murda 8, I keep 'em with me, Glock up in the box (Blrrd)
She know I'm a gangster, off the Henny, we fuck 'til tomorrow
She know I'm a killer, off the Perky, killed her from the back
Beast up in these streets, I'm on the block, stand up like I'm Shaq
I'm on all ten, I'm shooting first, it ain't no dumping back
We gon' get 'em gone, get 'em whacked, it ain't no coming back (Migo)

Big old F

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