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Murda
262
Hip-Hop/Rap
Murda è stato pubblicato il 28 settembre 2018 da Same Plate come parte dell'album Surf Trap
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Data di uscita28 settembre 2018
EtichettaSame Plate
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM83

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Felly
Felly
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Felner
Christian Felner
Composer
Kyran McEmerald John
Kyran McEmerald John
Composer
James Icart
James Icart
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Felly
Felly
Recording Engineer
Rage
Rage
Producer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Testi

[Verse 1]
Nah, nah, mmm, mmm
Nah, nah, nah
Ay, murda, uh, uh
Ain't nobody safe 'round here, 'round here
Word up, uh, uh
Holla if you ain't got fear, got fear
Like murda, murda
Ain't nobody safe 'round here, 'round here
Like murda, murda
[Verse 2]
She don't bust down, she a uptown ho
If my cup down, fill it up now, whoa
We don't don't turn down till that gun sound
When I touch down, we gon' puff loud, whoa
[Verse 3]
Keep my guard up and my paws tucked, ay
They never called up, now it's all love, ay
Throw my mom funds, fuckin' ya'll up, uh
Believe a different cloth, what I'm cut from, ay
[Verse 4]
Murda, uh, uh
Ain't nobody safe 'round here, 'round here
Word up, uh, uh
Holla if you ain't got fear, got fear
Like murda, murda
Ain't nobody safe 'round here, 'round here
Like murda, murda
[Verse 5]
Had this little thing named Maxine
Yeah, could never love 'em, I fuck 'em and say I love 'em
That sound like trouble, little boy, where you come from, ay?
Northeast in my blood, but I ain't stuck up, ay
[Verse 6]
One of one, fingers up, point 'em to the sun, ay
One more chance, in my blood got 'em goin' nuts, ay
You's a rat, you's a pig, get your doughnuts, ay
Bitches flop on the thing 'cause they're floaters, ay
[Verse 7]
Throw a little grabber in my EZ-wider
Illadelph me ganja, split it with me partner
Fell me off this rocker, Chaka Demus sample, uh
Hit like Mickey Mantle, nothin' I can't handle, uh
[Verse 8]
Half a mil plus, in the same Chucks
Sticky fingers, fronto keep my thing tucked
She be searchin' for the right angles, yellin' fame sucks
Labels preyin' on me, preyin' on me, all they gettin' is the hang up
[Verse 9]
Murda, uh, uh
Ain't nobody safe 'round here, 'round here
Word up, uh, uh
Holla if you ain't got fear, got fear
Like murda, murda
Ain't nobody safe 'round here, 'round here
Like murda, murda
[Verse 10]
Yeah, no, no
Yeah, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Yeah, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Written by: Christian Felner, James Icart, Kyran McEmerald John
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