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#FREEBOBBYSHMURDA (MLK Rework)
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Martin Luther King Jr.
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Prepare for my civil rights beam With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning What is this? Bodies b*t*h, make that body flip You know I don't know karate, b*t*h We choppin' bodies, b*t*h They say shootin' is my hobby, b*t*h And I'm a problem, kid Walk up on him with revolvеrs I ain't with that talkin' sh*t, shhh... Bobby, b*t*h, oh, yeah, I'm Bobby, b*t*h Oh, you ain't know? They call me Bobby, b*t*h, oh, yеah, I'm Bobby, b*t*h Oh, you ain't know? They call me Bobby, b*t*h, oh, yeah, I'm Bobby, b*t*h Oh, you ain't know? They call me Bobby, b*t*h, Bobby, b*t*h And I'm down to catch a body, b*t*hes, hit that hommy switch And I bet that all these hollow tips gon' make his body twitch But if I hit you with the shotty, b*t*h, I bet that body flip Rasha caught him with them zombie tips and made his body spin You n***as leap, you feelin' froggy, b*t*h, my n***as doggies, b*t*h Run up on him with that forty, b*t*h and go retarded, b*t*h f**k ya feelings, ain't no sorries, b*t*h, no sorries, b*t*h Shoot that n***a and his shorty, b*t*h, shorty, b*t*h Bodies b*t*h, make that body flip You know I don't know karate, b*t*h We droppin' bodies, b*t*h They say shootin' is my hobby, b*t*h And I'm a problem, kid Walk up on him with revolvers I ain't with that talkin' sh*t, shhh... Bobby, b*t*h, oh, yeah, I'm Bobby, b*t*h Oh, you ain't know? They call me Bobby, b*t*h, oh, yeah, I'm Bobby, b*t*h Oh, you ain't know? They call me Bobby, b*t*h, oh, yeah, I'm Bobby, b*t*h Oh, you ain't know? They call me Bobby, b*t*h, Bobby, b*t*h So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania! Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado! Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California! But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia! Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee! Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi From every mountainside, let freedom ring And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring When we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city We will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual "Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!" So you wanna talk sh*t and run your mouth You wanna see my black ass right in front your house? With some Shmurdas and the flag wrapped around my mouth I ain't come to talk, I came to bang it out Just called them thangs up, they begging, "Bro, don't shoot him" But once he disrespect, it's like I gotta do him I just spent some cash on a 40 Glock And my n***a Killa ran through like 40 Glocks And I'm headed to your block Just to unload all these Glocks My AR hold 30 shots That's word to Kane, that's word to Hot b*t*h, I'm hated by many So I gots to keep the semi For Kokane, we pour out Henny Cause for Kokane, we done shot plenty I should say sorry to Ms. Penny She caught me broad day in the street shooting Jimmies I'm running n***as down in they groups I'm sliding over cars while I shoot I think that I'm Tom Cruise But, b*t*h I'm Bobby with that tool I got that "bow", run up on him, act a fool Make sure I hit you, you, and you Got the drop, I let Monte loose That's man downs in front the school And we still trapping like some fools b*t*h, I been trapping out since elementary school Told my teacher suck a d**k, I'm selling food I told my teacher suck a d**k, I'm selling food And free my daddy out the You-Know He killed sh*t, b*t*h, grab a tombstone RIP my n***a, Pluto He still in Vegas with the bros Loading up that thing, still smoking dope Wilding on the mother f**king road And I got court on the fourth Told the DA lick my balls, not getting caught Gingerbread bruh On the road smoking hella dope, bro I just got a brand new burner I just got a brand new burner Shmurda
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