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lirik lagu fbg murda & bak jay - my lil shi

[intro: fbg murda]
uh, that’s my lil’ shi— uh
she with the— uh
let her know that’s my lil’ shi— (let that sh~t ride, tony)
uh, that’s my lil’ shi— uh
she with the— uh

[verse 1: fbg murda]
we ain’t standin’ in no kitchen, bae, gettin’ different type of paper
f~ck that n~gga, he can’t f~ck with me, bae, so call that n~gga later
all your friends don’t want me with you, bae, can tell them hoes some haters
she into shooters, that’s my kind, bae, caught her playin’ with the laser
out of town with a rap n~gga b~tch, she love me off of perc’
gotta know if i can’t reach my gun if you gon’ shoot it first
before i finish what i’m sayin’, she pulled the bl!ck out her purse
i can’t lie, yeah, that my type of b~tch, her ex had somewhere hurtin’
brown skin, but this ho super thick, she love it from to back
flip to the front, if that p~ssy bald, tat my name on the cat
smokin’ runtz, limo tint, presidents, give me head in the scat
i know your last n~gga was broke, but you with me, no more of that
b~tch think i’m textin’ hoes on ig i’m writin’ raps in my notes
this one ho i can’t trust, so when we f~ck, got one hand on my pole
but we got me coughin’ wh0re, he fightin’ back, she like, “boy, pass the dope”
stay in the latest place, this to the face, can’t let you smoke on bro
hold the stick, if sh~t go left, need you to up it (boom)
she ready to slide, she call me game, but we be f~ckin’ (yeah, let that sh~t ride, tony)
she in love and i’m impressed, this b~tch solid (ha, ha)
if it’s real, tat my name on your body, b~tch, show me that’s my—
[chorus: fbg murda]
uh, that’s my lil’ shi— uh
she with the— uh (she with the—)
that b~tch legit and lettin’ ’em know that’s my lil’ shi— (that’s my—)
uh, that’s my lil’ shi— uh
b~tch make me sick, uh
but that b~tch thick, b~tch lettin’ ’em know that’s my lil’ shi—

[verse 2: bak jay]
d~mn, she bad, she with the sh~t too, touch my b~tch, get hit with a 62
money or drugs and guns, but i’m tryna get y’all love and spend it all on you (spend it all on you)
f~ckin’ all up at the club when we supposed to be in jamaica or somethin’ (jamaica or somethin’)
ain’t tryna f~ck, i won’t make her or nothin’ (won’t make her or nothin’)
sl~t the ho out, say i’m pressin’ her b~tton (pressin’ her b~tton)
we out of town, we ridin’ the bulletproof black trucks, you ‘posed to be here with me (be here with me)
i got a ho back home that get on my nerves, i hate that b~tch, she picky (i hate that b~tch)
now she get down ’cause she had the bottle for hours, but sayin’ she only feel tipsy (no, only feel what?)
child of god, but she party like diddy (what?)
child of god, but she party like diddy
walk in, four in the mornin’, she takin’ weird pictures, get in that mood (get in that mood)
give me my phone, talkin’ ’bout your baby daddy, k!ll him and his brother too (i’ll k!ll ’em all)
see that sh~t happened, that sh~t out of anger
i like ’em crazy, but i like a angel
that’s my lil’ sh~t, don’t touch that (don’t touch that)
i hate to have to hate you (what?)
[chorus: fbg murda]
uh, that’s my lil’ shi— uh
she with the— uh (she with the—)
that b~tch legit and lettin’ ’em know that’s my lil’ shi— (that’s my—)
uh, that’s my lil’ shi— uh
b~tch make me sick, uh
but that b~tch thick, b~tch lettin’ ’em know that’s my lil’ shi— (that’s my lil’ shi—)

- lirik lagu fbg murda bak jay

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