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[Intro- Waka Flocka Flame]
A$Ap Ferg
Waka Flocka

Murda, Murda
Murda, Murda

[Verse 1- Waka Flocka Flame]
Some say I'm possessed, that's why Christ on my chest
I'm from the Southside so I throw up the "S"
Disrespect, I lay you to rest
Boy you a**, you softer than breast
Bloody murder, I lay you to rest
Aim for the head ain't no need for a vest
Can't nothing protect you from this tec
Street educated, no use for G-tech
N****s be talking but really don't want it
Put shells in your stomach, like p***y you wet
Flocka like Rambo, I stay with the ammo
Test me, that's a gamble like Russian Roulette
I stay with them commas, I been through the drama
You going to war, you better invest
F**k is a "K"? I ain't impressed
Got thousands of shooters I pay just to flex

[Waka Flocka Flame]
N****s say I'm real, b*****s say I'm hot
Disrespect the Mob or Squad, then you get shot
We don't dial 9-1-1, we don't f**k with cops
1-8-7 to the fu***n' ops
[A$Ap Ferg]
Ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something

[Verse 2- A$Ap Ferg]
Ain't afraid to murda something
Put 'em in a hearse or something
I'm thinking you n****s is sweet
Like a Starburst or something
Get 'em a purse or something
Might get 'em in church or something
We heard the deacon speaking
I'm Donnie Mcclurkin frontin'
I smell p***y, them n****s hurt your cousin
All my people say "Stomp!" like I'm Kirk or something
Put 'em in the dirt like "Work" or something
He get on my nerves so f**k him
You turn a** like Tahiry when I pressed your buttons
And that was no diss, n****s quick for discussion
Y'all quick for the tweeting, y'all quick to be tumbling
How about a Vine, 2 clips to your spine
And Instagram pics of me dumping
I'm feeling your b***h so I'm f*****g
I skeet-skeet like it's nothin


[Waka Flocka Flame}
It's a homicide, a bloody murder
All my n****s down to murder
187 on the op
That's a fallen soldier

[A$Ap Ferg]
I'm finna get back and start [?] the brain
Now I'm beating that a** like Ike did Turner
You sit in a box, you sleep in a hearse
Wherever you from, that's my turf
Fergie Ferg and I'm putting in work
Young Flocka Flame gon' put 'em in the dirt
Sipping on the Henny and a n***a go berserk
Couple b*****s gave me brain, then I skeet on they skirt

[Waka Flocka Flame]
Yeah Ferg, you nasty
Pay attention, focus on what we came for
Got the drop on a n***a, got the [?] too
I hop out then go click-clack, then go bang


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