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Murderous Lullabies
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Murderous Lullabies was released on April 22, 2026 by SLG Global LLC as a part of the album Murderous Lullabies - Single
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Release DateApril 22, 2026
LabelSLG Global LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM153

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Uptown
Uptown
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marvin Harris
Marvin Harris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marvin Harris
Marvin Harris
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Got my respect around this bitch
I've been steppin' so long, I left a fuckin' footprint
Lookin' for revenge, I'ma get my get back by my clique
Assault rifles, new gen, you know them soldiers come equipped
And I won't miss, tell you when I see ya, fuck a diss
We on bullshit, hope he comin' with a full clip
Tryna kill shit, get him ready for his last fit
Pushin' foreign whips, if she hoppin' in, she suckin' dick
Ain't no borin' shit, tryna get a friend to join in
Hear him snorin' shit, I'ma wake them bitches up with this
**** flowin' shit, gotta get away from them dicks
I got dog food and bitch, I don't move without them sticks
Yeah, **** know, I send a bitch, I send the blicks
Yeah, blue hunnids, for the right amount, I get him hit
We don't throw flags, leave a **** with a toe tag
They gon' read about him, have him front page of the mag
I know **** wanna try, that's when **** gonna die
I can see it in your eyes, you don't really wanna die
All we know is homicide, murderous lullabies
In the night, we come alive, talk that fire, open fire
I know **** wanna try, that's when **** gonna die
I can see it in your eyes, you don't really wanna die
All we know is homicide, murderous lullabies
In the night, we come alive, talk that fire, open fire
Black gloves, mask on, you don't want your head blown
And carry your black ass home, cause gangsters don't live long
You don't wanna piss me off, I'm active when it is on
**** tried getting off, and now the water head gone
I ain't got no picture, bitch, I'm with this shit for real
Got no chill, if I don't tell you nothing, ****, keep your skill
I ain't tucking that chain, reach for this, you getting killed
Yeah, I got a lil' fame, but bitch, I'm still in the field
If it's up, it's stuck, I up and bust and drop my nuts for real
Know they fuck with us, they getting touch, and them **** gon' squeal
You the type of ****, hyper ****, on the fucking pill
Before I strike a ****, I'ma ask a **** what it is
What it's hitting for, a lot of y'all capping
And you rap, but bitch, I'm really up
Ever fuck with that, go get the strap, and you hit a **** up
I ain't internet, and I ain't typing, ****, send me one
Don't believe the hype and lose your life, cause I ain't getting nothing
I know **** wanna try, that's when **** gonna die
I can see it in your eyes, you don't really wanna die
All we know is homicide, murderous lullabies
In the night, we come alive, talk that fire, open fire
I know **** wanna try, that's when **** gonna die
I can see it in your eyes, you don't really wanna die
All we know is homicide, murderous lullabies
In the night, we come alive, talk that fire, open fire
Written by: Marvin Alvin Harris
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