13 lyrics for "M-M-M-Murda"
Murda on the beat with the murder man Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand Steppin' on his dope like a step dad Too turnt up, can't help that Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax Watch so dumb it got kept back Bitch so thick, she can't help that 'Cause she
PlayTu-tu-tu, headshot dur (yeah) Murda bless yo' trap Lil Purpp be off of the perc AK make a footwork jerk (yeah) I ain't really finna tell y'all how to get away with murda and shit Aye, aye, yeah Bitch, aye, oo Diamond on my neck like river (oo) I just
PlayI don't really want no friends I don't really want no friends, no I don't really want no friends, I don't really want no friends, no It's fuckin' TR3YWAY! It's King of New York, lookin' for the Queen Uh, you got the right one, mm L-let these-l-let these
PlayThat's it, that's it, that's it, that's it That's it, that's it That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it (ugh) Huh, it's Bebe 2 Chainz, yah Murda on the beat so it's not nice That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it (yeah) That's it, that's it,
PlayFor this life, I cannot change Hidden Hills, deep off in the main M&M's, sweet like candy cane Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (pop it, pop it) Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Pop it, pop it) Murda on the beat so it's not nice Drop the top, play
PlayPissin' on my watch, like I got a bad bladder I'm simply fuckin' with shawty because her ass fatter All red Bentley truck, Alpha, Kappa They're checkin' my profile, no pic, I'm still fresher You do the bag That's what we on? (Murda on the beat, that's
Play(Chorus x2) Dem a thief and dem a murda through dem days Yo no see say ah so monkey dem yo Dem thief de US dollar note And when ya check it out de whole a dem a yo-yo Blaze de chalice and blaze de fire now Watch it Babylon a pass Man a ganja breed Me get
PlayYeah, mama built a saint (saint, yeah!) Yeah, countin' up the O's, I thank (thank, alright!) Yeah, lookin' at the O's I drank (aw, it's lit!) You can't see that on the road, I blank Murda on the beat so it's not nice What I bought (what you buy?) I'm
PlayI'm iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin' 420 up in London Me and Murda, we up to somethin' I fuck your bitch, now she thinkin' I'm her husband Murda, Murda, Murda shit I'm a problem, called her a "bust man" I was on the hound and almost copped me a Fort
PlayBut I forgive, I been forgiven, I hold grudges too Murda on the beat so it's not nice I was piss poor, sleeping on the dirt floor And we couldn't pay the rent so it's a notice on the door The neighbors been noticed so what I'ma front for? Using pennies
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