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Murder
212
Hip-Hop/Rap
Murder was released on September 18, 2020 by Too Lost as a part of the album Moon Talk
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Release DateSeptember 18, 2020
LabelToo Lost
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SportVVS
SportVVS
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
SportVVS
SportVVS
Songwriter

Lyrics

Buh, buh-buh-buh-buh
(Mayyzo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You play checkers, lil' bitch, this chess
I step back, feel like Steph
If you run up wrong, that's foul, that's ref
When I hit that block, I lose my breath
And you don't eat five star, Applebee's
Smoke gas, yeah, I'm smoking on trees
And I'm sipping codeine, I don't sip no tea
I'm that **** that he wanna be
And I feel like Giannis, I'm MVP
And I got these diamonds, they 3D
And my **** wilding in that jeep
And these bitches piling, know you see
And my life was light, but it got darker
Keep that 9 like Tony Parker
That boy on the bench and I'm a starter
Same color cocaine what be my charger
And my **** murder like Blanco
Knock him off, feel like cholo
Need that money like pronto
I smoke seed with the fonto
He switched up, he not my guy, bro
I got diamonds, he got rhinestones
I smoke ganja so my eyes low
She talk too crazy, it's bye-bye ho
And yeah, that chopper got a ruler clip
It shoot hot, not no coolant
He taking crazy but not proving it
Brodie in that trap, and yeah, he moving it
She ask me for money, she can't get a dime, yeah
These stupid hoes wasting my time
I just got in the booth, I make money from rhymes
If he run up wrong, let me get that fire
Before we do murder, we closing the blinds
She got a big ass so I hit from behind
These bitches be calling, I gotta decline
The Porsche or the Benz? Man, it's hard to decide
My brodie my brodie, yeah, he gon' slide
If she ain't fucking, she moved to the side
If he Superman, Glock Kryptonite
And he ain't succeed but we know he tried
You play checkers, lil' bitch, this chess
I step back, feel like Steph
If you run up wrong, that's foul, that's ref
When I hit that block, I lose my breath
And you don't eat five star, Applebee's
Smoke gas, yeah, I'm smoking on trees
And I'm sipping codeine, I don't sip no tea
I'm that **** that he wanna be
And I feel like Giannis, I'm MVP
And I got these diamonds, they 3D
And my **** wilding in that jeep
And these bitches piling, know you see
And my life was light, but it got darker
Keep that 9 like Tony Parker
That boy on the bench and I'm a starter
Same color cocaine what be my charger
Written by: Samuel Herry Atkins Jr, SportVVS
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