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MURDER ONE
793
Hip-Hop/Rap
MURDER ONE was released on January 25, 2019 by The Heatmakerz / Vydia as a part of the album Gorilla Glue
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Release DateJanuary 25, 2019
LabelThe Heatmakerz / Vydia
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Heatmakerz
The Heatmakerz
Performer
Joell Ortiz
Joell Ortiz
Performer
Fred the Godson
Fred the Godson
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joell Ortiz
Joell Ortiz
Composer

Lyrics

These tears are no longer for you baby
These tears are no longer for you baby
Heatmakers, crack music
It's Gordo!
Trade led with Fred, we can turn it Beirut
Get head in your bed, fingers all in your bae roots (Haha)
She wildin' off, I'm like a shot of that Grey Goose
Don't care for my eclairs, lick a shot at ya grey goose
The illest to illustrate it
The realest if skill's debated (That's true)
Still they hated, like, "Fuck your lyricism"
Ten forty belows, constructive criticism
Gordo, **** Joell
Go slow, gas blow, oh well
Gettin' that cake, cash and love, gotta go to the scale
On a plate, mask and gloves, I ain't go to Modell's
Fiends in Hell, stuff went well
Before I was workin' with Lil' Puffs like Andre Harrell
This is for my hood **** waitin' on a cell
All my **** up north with they weight up in the cell
I'm God
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, th-th-three, two, murder one lyric at your door
Let one of these **** act up and I'ma (Murder one)
I wish a **** would jump so I could (Murder one)
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, th-th-three, two, murder one lyric at your door
Let one of these **** act up so I could (Murder one)
I wish a **** would jump and I'ma (Murder one)
Uh, wait up though
Was on that corner on the crate before The Wake Up Show
Thirty two back, only cooked twenty eight up though
I ain't just blow, straight up, I had straight up blow
Technos and Jojos, no Jacob glow
Bright goals and fo-fo's lift your face up, bro
I could tell the kind of stories you can't make up though
Being myself allowed me to fuck them make-up hoes
You could have this bitch back, I ain't gon' take your hoe
Just know if the pussy good that we gon' break up slow
Haha, I write hits and buy kicks
Fly shit and I ain't never been inside Kif
I might be trippin' but I feel like these **** forgot
Let me remind 'em like rewinding the Kennedy shot (blagh)
I'm still Muhammed with the word vomit
This cash is heavy as clay in my jean pocket
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, th-th-three, two, murder one lyric at your door
Let one of these **** act up and I'ma (Murder one)
I wish a **** would jump so I could (Murder one)
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, th-th-three, two, murder one lyric at your door
Let one of these **** act up so I could (Murder one)
I wish a **** would jump and I'ma (Murder one)
Written by: Joell Ortiz
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