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Murda
76
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Murda został wydany 17 lutego 2023 przez Cook Gods / Frontline Muzic Group jako część albumu Forever Frontline
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Data wydania17 lutego 2023
WytwórniaCook Gods / Frontline Muzic Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM76

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bandhunta Izzy
Bandhunta Izzy
Performer
Steelz
Steelz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bandhunta Izzy
Bandhunta Izzy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steelz
Steelz
Producer

Tekst Utworu

I done stepped so much, my legs hurt, I put in leg work
Yeah, he say he got some bodies, we shoot at heads first
No, we don't do attempts, we step on shit, this shit on purpose, boy
Bitch, I ain't insane, I blew his brain, I had to murk the boy
Salute you if you caught a body, bitch, I did too
My youngin had to earn his stripes so we slid too
Why you bring me one lil' switch? Bitch, I said, "Two"
Why she ask me if I bang and flag around? My head blue
Got Ps that's so amazin' for the low, they fabuloso
Got New York locs I know that just be bangin', shop at SoHo
She just took a flight for just one night, she a go-go
Let me film that bitch while she give head, she a GoPro
Drinkin', I feel like a fiend, no, I can't stop for nothin'
This thirty I got too horny, it seein' my opp, it's bustin'
I walk up with my FN, shit, that sound like cussin'
I share some blood with locs, but I call bro my cousin
I really pop the pills and pop the guns and pop my shit, for real
You on the West coast and fuck with clowns, well, shit, I fuck with Steelz
Ever seen heart stops when they body drop? Know how it feel?
I just dropped a bag, have 'em sign that paper, it's a deal
I want murder, I want murder, I want murder, I just murder opps
We the type to step on your lil' brother, he ain't heard of us
Bless the ones that live, the ones got hit, nah, they ain't heard the shots
I just get so happy when my opps help make that casket drop
One, two, three opps, twenties what my crips rock
We sell smack like Chris Rock, I might get your bitch knocked
One, two, three guns, pull up slow, he run
The way that he move with a stick, you would think he blind like he don't see nothin'
He ain't take no fakes or take no hits, how the fuck he crip?
I done bossed up, then I turned to coach, I done sent some blicks
I could walk up, just by my approach, know I'm with the shits
Assistant went to get my brand new drip, I ain't go to Fifth
Treatin' the gang how I'm wearin' the clothes, you know that I'm puttin' it on
Bro got shit that he move so fast, he feel like it's runnin' straight through him
Hang around mine, we had to kill, we hopped out but I knew him
Transportation fucked up on a bus, so we flew him
I want murder, I want murder, I want murder, I just murder opps
We the type to step on your lil' brother, he ain't heard of us
Bless the ones that live, the ones got hit, nah, they ain't heard the shots
I just get so happy when my opps help make that casket drop
One, two, three opps, twenties what my crips rock
We sell smack like Chris Rock, I might get your bitch knocked
One, two, three guns, pull up slow, he run
The way that he move with a stick, you would think he blind like he don't see nothin'
Written by: Bandhunta Izzy
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