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Aap Ferg – Murda Something Lyrics

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AAP Ferg
Waka Flocka

Murda, Murda
Murda, Murda

Some say Im possessed, thats why Christ on my chest
Im from the Southside so I throw up the S
Disrespect, I lay you to rest
Boy you ass, you softer than breast
Bloody murder, I lay you to rest
Aim for the head aint no need for a vest
Cant nothing protect you from this tec
Street educated, no use for G-tech
Niggas be talking but really dont want it
Put shells in your stomach, like pussy you wet
Flocka like Rambo, I stay with the ammo
Test me, thats a gamble like Russian Roulette
I stay with them commas, I been through the drama
You going to war, you better invest
Fuck is a K? I aint impressed
Got thousands of shooters I pay just to flex

Niggas say Im real, bitches say Im hot
Disrespect the Mob or Squad, then you get shot
We dont dial 9-1-1, we dont fuck with cops
1-8-7 to the fuckin ops

Aint afraid to murda something
Aint afraid to murda something
Aint afraid to murda something
Aint afraid to murda something
Aint afraid to murda something
Aint afraid to murda something
Aint afraid to murda something
Aint afraid to murda something

Aint afraid to murda something
Put em in a hearse or something
Im thinking you niggas 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
Im Donnie McClurkin frontin
I smell pussy, them niggas hurt your cousin
All my people say Stomp! like Im Kirk or something
Put em in the dirt like Work or something
He get on my nerves so fuck him
You turn ass like Tahiry when I pressed your buttons
And that was no diss, niggas quick for discussion
Yall quick for the tweeting, yall quick to be tumbling
How about a Vine, 2 clips to your spine
And Instagram pics of me dumping
Im feeling your bitch so Im fucking
I skeet-skeet like its nothin

Niggas say Im real, bitches say Im hot
Disrespect the Mob or Squad, then you get shot
We dont dial 9-1-1, we dont fuck with cops
1-8-7 to the fuckin ops

Aint afraid to murda something
Aint afraid to murda something
Aint afraid to murda something
Aint afraid to murda something
Aint afraid to murda something
Aint afraid to murda something
Aint afraid to murda something
Aint afraid to murda something

Its a homicide, a bloody murder
All my niggas down to murder
187 on the op
Thats a fallen soldier

Im finna get back and start M4 the brain
Now Im beating that ass like Ike did Turner
You sit in a box, you sleep in a hearse
Wherever you from, thats my turf
Fergie Ferg and Im putting in work
Young Flocka Flame gon put em in the dirt
Sipping on the Henny and a nigga go berserk
Couple bitches gave me brain, then I skeet on they skirt

Yeah Ferg, you nasty
Pay attention, focus on what we came for
Got the drop on a nigga, got the ? too
I hop out then go click-clack, then go bang

Niggas say Im real, bitches say Im hot
Disrespect the Mob or Squad, then you get shot
We dont dial 9-1-1, we dont fuck with cops
1-8-7 to the fuckin ops
Aint afraid to murda something
Aint afraid to murda something
Aint afraid to murda something
Aint afraid to murda something
Aint afraid to murda something
Aint afraid to murda something
Aint afraid to murda something
Aint afraid to murda something

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