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Murda
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Murda was released on August 16, 2019 by Quality Control Music/Motown Records as a part of the album Quality Control: Control The Streets, Vol. 2
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Release DateAugust 16, 2019
LabelQuality Control Music/Motown Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM122

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Migo Domingo
Migo Domingo
Vocals
Duke Deuce
Duke Deuce
Vocals
Fabio Aguilar
Fabio Aguilar
Programming
Keanu Beats
Keanu Beats
Programming
Snapz
Snapz
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fabio Aguilar
Fabio Aguilar
Songwriter
Patavious Isom
Patavious Isom
Songwriter
Keanu Torres
Keanu Torres
Songwriter
Niles Groce
Niles Groce
Songwriter
Dominic Spigner
Dominic Spigner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fabio Aguilar
Fabio Aguilar
Producer
Keanu Beats
Keanu Beats
Producer
Snapz
Snapz
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ay, Duke Deuce
What the fuck these **** talking 'bout, man?
Ay, they got us fucked up
YRN
[Verse 2]
Money, paper, racks, cash, blue hunnids, guapa-nese
Foreign bitches, suckin', fuckin', got 'em all on they knees
All my **** totin' pistols even with felonies
And they shoot 'em like a camera, ****, say cheese
I know **** banging, Bloods, Crips, and some Gs
And I got them shooters 'cross the country, overseas
These Percocet tens got me geekin' feel like Hercules
It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season
It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season
[Verse 3]
Them young **** killin', hurtin' **** for no reason
Free my brothers down the road, locked up but still eatin'
And they'll still never ever fold, when they see the judge ain't no pleading
[Verse 4]
It's just me and Duke Deuce
We gon beat a **** ass til he turn black and blue
See the opps, we gon' shoot
All these dead bodies, ****, recognize who who
Wild reign got us spooked
I came in the with gang so I'ma pull up with the troops
And I ain't never gon' switch
And my **** wiped your nose, there was none in your cahoots
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda
These **** gangsta poppin' shit, until we turn 'em
Into bitches, yes we keep that fire, we gon' burn 'em
No you can't buy them stripes, ****, gotta earn 'em
[Verse 5]
Money, paper, racks, cash, blue hunnids, guapa-nese
Foreign bitches, suckin', fuckin', got 'em all on they knees
All my **** totin' pistols even with felonies
And they shoot 'em like a camera, ****, say cheese
I know **** banging, Bloods, Crips, and some Gs
And I got them shooters 'cross the country, overseas
These Percocet tens got me geekin' feel like Hercules
It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season
[Verse 6]
One, two, three, four, trappers up in my bando
Five, six, seven, eight, sticks so the bitch better get low
Duke Deuces, Memphis
Makin' easy money and pimpin'
A whole lotta robbin' and dealin'
Man, everybody killa
[Verse 7]
I heat up and beat up the block
I G up and keep up to re-up the stock
Look what I am, what you're the people they eat up 'cause all my shit hot
I'm out with no fours, my ice is cold, his ice cream rocky road
Stick to the code, I never fold, I put that on the fours
You can see it in a **** eyes, some hunger, don't bother me
**** fuck with me they gon' hide the home
Yeah my nuts hangin', ain't no gang bangin'
Why the fuck you shootin' if you ain't aimin'?
Goin' one-fifty in the half cab with the red seats like a dog ain't
[Verse 8]
Money, paper, racks, cash, blue hunnids, guapa-nese
Foreign bitches, suckin', fuckin', got 'em all on they knees
All my **** totin' pistols even with felonies
And they shoot 'em like a camera, ****, say cheese
I know **** banging, Bloods, Crips, and some Gs
And I got them shooters 'cross the country, overseas
These Percocet tens got me geekin' feel like Hercules
It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season
Written by: Dominic Spigner, Fabio Aguilar, Keanu Torres, Niles Groce, Patavious Isom
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