Letra

Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman (ha) Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman (ha, go) Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman (I'm in that station, I'm on shits, nigga) Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman (you know what's on my hip, nigga, uh) Murdaman, watch me do my murda dance (yup) Oh, y'all said some richer niggas? We ain't never heard of dem (nope) I'm tryna' fuck sum (grrr) Where dem birds at? (Huh?) I want my shit wired Fuck that cash money, I ain't bird man (bitch) Don't pay no him no mind, he a certified bitch (for sure) Niggas ain't shit, niggas ain't ever hit Come through your strip, I bet I send that shit (on God) I bring that station to yo' city nigga (what?) You a lil' ass boy, you don't got no motion Can't go hunnid, hunnid with me, nigga (never) Ridin' through Atlanta, nigga (whoop) This a 700 dollar Fanta, nigga (drank) Where yo' fuckin' manners, nigga? Wocko Simone, Mr. Two Flip Phone More hoes than Santa, nigga Bro God gave me like two of three lines of that wock as soon as I landed, nigga The blacker, the berry, the sweeter the juice and I'm blacker than 11 gammas, nigga Soon as you step in this room, then I'm taking yo' phone No close friends cameras, niggas Lil' shawty, try to speak on the station with no hesitation I'm goin' to blam' the nigga, uh Bitch you look good as shit Yeen' never fuck wit a young rich, nigga I'm a Naija boy, lemme pop my shit (uh) I really bang shit Baby, lemme nut up on yo' face, close range shit (ayy, yessir) She know I'm a player, she hate it Shawty hit up my phone said, "You ain't shit" Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman (murda) Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman (murda) Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, do my murda dance Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, do my murda dance Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, whoever fuckin' playin' Hey, man! Bra! Bap! Boom!
Writer(s): Keith Cozart, Emmanuel Okanlawon, Leon Kranich, Samuel Ritter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out