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Murder
251
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Murder został wydany 29 lipca 2016 przez eOne Music jako część albumu Block Wars
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Data wydania29 lipca 2016
WytwórniaeOne Music
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM58

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Game
The Game
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Goodguydez
Goodguydez
Producer

Tekst Utworu

[Verse 1]
I don't see nothin', I hear you talkin' 'bout it
Pull up with stunna, leanin' in that Bugatti
No need in trippin', I know you ain't about it
But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it
[Verse 2]
I don't see nothin', I hear you talkin' 'bout it
Pull up with stunna, leanin' in that Bugatti
No need in trippin', I know you ain't about it
But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it
[Verse 3]
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
[Verse 4]
I got choppers all down South Beach
That pistol talk when yo' mouth leak
Got a black Impala on Collins, ****
Got a glock in the air, standin' in the back seat
I'm wildin', ****
[Verse 5]
Long money, fuck a rubber band
On a paper chase, I do the runnin' man
Stealth black chopper with the infrared beam
Fifty round drum, if I run outta bullets
Hit the **** with the nina
[Verse 6]
Better hit a **** with the scope
Bet he won't talk with his back on the rope
Floyd Mayweather with the chopper
When the **** get to choppin'
Put a razor blade at a **** throat
[Verse 7]
I don't fuck with no scared ****
I never did and I never will
Let the glock go bang, now you Kurt Cobain
Knock a **** right out, real
[Verse 8]
I don't see nothin', I hear you talkin' bout it
Pull up with stunna, leanin' in that Bugatti
No need in trippin', I know you ain't about it
But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it
[Verse 9]
I don't see nothin', I hear you talkin' bout it
Pull up with stunna, leanin' in that Bugatti
No need in trippin', I know you ain't about it
But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it
[Verse 10]
You shinin', we shinin'
You timin', we timin'
You grindin', we grindin'
We got cash money and diamonds
[Verse 11]
You shinin', we shinin'
You timin', we timin'
You grindin', we grindin'
We got cash money and diamonds
[Verse 12]
Take a **** back to Compton and chop a **** body up
Take a trip to East LA and chop a new Maserati up
Take my black Bugatti, do donuts on Greenleaf
Then hit Crenshaw, doin' 300, ****, Chief Keef
[Verse 13]
Ridin' down Crenshaw, stuntin' with my bitch though
Ballin'
I'm from Compton, she from Watts, but we both got pistols
Blowin' trees with the top down, word to YG
If you don't want a problem, motherfucker, why speak?
[Verse 14]
**** killed my **** pup, tell them ****, try me
Keep two k's in the back, shawty in the front
In the chrome side piece
No disrespect to the Dogg or the city Long Beach
But I'm the king out here, motherfucker, all me
[Verse 15]
I don't see nothin', I hear you talkin' 'bout it
Pull up with stunna, leanin' in that Bugatti
No need in trippin', I know you ain't about it
But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it
[Verse 16]
I don't see nothin', I hear you talkin' bout it
Pull up with stunna, leanin' in that Bugatti
No need in trippin', I know you ain't about it
But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it
Written by: The Game
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