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Murda
2,752
Hip-Hop/Rap
Murda was released on December 11, 2020 by SPIDER NATION LLC as a part of the album Murda - Single
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Release DateDecember 11, 2020
LabelSPIDER NATION LLC
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
TEC
TEC
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dalvin Sewell
Dalvin Sewell
Songwriter

Lyrics

Purple babies slangin' iron, bitch, we bodied up
Let that Tommy bust, that's that .45, bitch, come try ya luck
Big knots in my pockets like I been beatin' on them bitches
Really put them murders down, even Ms. Ketha know we did it
No, I ain't got this bitch to stunt me
Pull up to my house, leave you dead in front, and pull a Bun B
Opps ain't smokin' none of my homeboys, no **** ain't finna taunt me
Just copped two new yoppas, eight **** dropped 'em in one week
Can fuck all my opps baby mommas, but I do not fuck with strugglers
Baggage claim, transport a lotta bags, I'm a traveler
Tell 'em spiders, "Web up, we come hunt you like a scavenger"
That .30 blast, we clap it up, Drake purple flag, no lavender
Bitch, that's what I bleed, we come creep like TLC
Been a vet up in these streets, so I went copped that 3LT
Draco 24 karat magic, this that Bruno Mars bitch
Blitz him, why he in the studio dissin' whack, who he record with?
Yeah, pull up in that whip that killed the Crocodile Hunter
Seats got basketball leather and I'm flashin' all hunnids
Shot percentage excellent, I put up basketball numbers
Joe Biden my president, but in my backwood still Obama
And I just got a pack same color as Donald Trump skin
Don't ever vote, but keep them polls so I can give a fuck who win
Who that be, that's Lu Nem? Better let them do them
Bitch, we ain't doin' no attempts, pull of blood, come and swim
Dive in there and get 'em, try to save yo partners
Take this bullet, shower with 'em, we spray 'em with choppas
My spiders got deadly venom, end 'em when them bitches bite
His body a cheap ticket, send 'em on a spirit flight
I don't think they hear me right, money up, I'm livin' right
Plus a **** 'bout they business, ain't no **** stealin' my shine
Still livin' like James Bond, in Vegas two white hoes snortin' the same line
That shit crazy
Turn up, purple-baby slide, step on shit from left to right
It's a celebration, they freed Big Brazy, my brother for life
Free Lit Mezzy, they be nation conversations when we on the phone
Fans askin', "Why you ain't droppin' that new shit?" 'Cause he ain't on the song
Why the fuck they always on Lu dick?
Prolly 'cause they don't know how to get a bag, all they makin' is excuses
My bitch like Harpo, who this? This just a prostitute, bitch
She give me all blue stroke, but I never fuck her coochie, that Lu shit
Motherfuckin' murder
Motherfuckin' murder
Written by: Dalvin Sewell
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