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Murder Talk
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Murder Talk was released on June 21, 2024 by TWT as a part of the album West Side Baby 2
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Release DateJune 21, 2024
LabelTWT
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamian Latrel Henderson
Jamian Latrel Henderson
Songwriter

Lyrics

I said, fuck a **** two times, and fuck with that bitch B-Rap
Start pullin' homicides, make mommas cry, front row, in front that ref
**** be actin' weird, be the same **** that wanna hang with us
But I don't wanna bang with us, but I'll turn a bitch to some angel dust
Better take a nuts, this 4-5, or a bunch of guts
These **** wanna get me started, I'm wild out with this 40
Better thank twice for you playin' with me, lace ass up like a pair of cleats
Yeah, turn this bitch to a track meet, turn your ass to an athlete
Get off that gram, bitch, don't act me
Bitch, bitch, bitch, we with that murder talkin', I can't take you serious
Please don't piss me off, you better off playin' with your children
You **** ain't no big dog, who the fuck you think you is
I can get you picked off, shoot one for him, but ain't no fear
It cost a bag to talk, cause I went and got veneers
Get your ass knocked off, I'll drop the bag, they spin like wheels
We spinnin' back to back until my head catch a kill
We tryna catch a head and pop a **** like a pill
**** know I'm bout mine, **** know I'ma sling fire
Oh Lord, long live Dome, we got them vultures in the sky
Oh Lord, what the fuck I look like goin' back and forth with a rat on the internet
Before I go back and forth with a bitch, ****, I'll get you straight, I'll get you wack
My young hoppin' out a stolo, pull a homicide
I blow a bag, I flip a pack, I get it back every time
Fuck that, I'll remember times, ****, one give me a dime
Nah, fuck that, bust back when you see them bullets get to flyin
I ain't work by shit, ****, miss me with that murder talk
**** get to trip me, knock them down just like bowling balls
I know these **** envy me, but these bitches, they gon' pop me off
I'm sad with your chest, I know you mad that I switched it off
Bitch, miss me with that murder talk and I can't take you serious
Please don't piss me off, you better off playin' with your children
**** ain't no big doubt who the fuck you think you is
I can get you picked off, shoot one fumble, ain't no fear
It cost a bag to talk, cause I went and got veneers
Get your ass knocked off, I drop a bag, they spin like wheels
We spinnin' back to back until my head catch a kill
We tryna catch a head and pop a **** like a pill
Written by: Jamian Latrel Henderson
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