MURDAMAN!
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman (ha)
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman (ha, go)
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman (I'm in that station, I'm on shits, nigga)
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman (you know what's on my hip, nigga, uh)
Murdaman, watch me do my murda dance (yup)
Oh, y'all said some richer niggas?
We ain't never heard of dem (nope)
I'm tryna' fuck sum (grrr)
Where dem birds at? (Huh?)
I want my shit wired
Fuck that cash money, I ain't bird man (bitch)
Don't pay no him no mind, he a certified bitch (for sure)
Niggas ain't shit, niggas ain't ever hit
Come through your strip, I bet I send that shit (on God)
I bring that station to yo' city nigga (what?)
You a lil' ass boy, you don't got no motion
Can't go hunnid, hunnid with me, nigga (never)
Ridin' through Atlanta, nigga (whoop)
This a 700 dollar Fanta, nigga (drank)
Where yo' fuckin' manners, nigga?
Wocko Simone, Mr. Two Flip Phone
More hoes than Santa, nigga
Bro God gave me like two of three lines of that wock as soon as I landed, nigga
The blacker, the berry, the sweeter the juice and I'm blacker than 11 gammas, nigga
Soon as you step in this room, then I'm taking yo' phone
No close friends cameras, niggas
Lil' shawty, try to speak on the station with no hesitation
I'm goin' to blam' the nigga, uh
Bitch you look good as shit
Yeen' never fuck wit a young rich, nigga
I'm a Naija boy, lemme pop my shit (uh)
I really bang shit
Baby, lemme nut up on yo' face, close range shit (ayy, yessir)
She know I'm a player, she hate it
Shawty hit up my phone said, "You ain't shit"
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman (murda)
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman (murda)
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, do my murda dance
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, do my murda dance
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, whoever fuckin' playin'
Hey, man! Bra! Bap! Boom!
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman (ha, go)
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman (I'm in that station, I'm on shits, nigga)
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman (you know what's on my hip, nigga, uh)
Murdaman, watch me do my murda dance (yup)
Oh, y'all said some richer niggas?
We ain't never heard of dem (nope)
I'm tryna' fuck sum (grrr)
Where dem birds at? (Huh?)
I want my shit wired
Fuck that cash money, I ain't bird man (bitch)
Don't pay no him no mind, he a certified bitch (for sure)
Niggas ain't shit, niggas ain't ever hit
Come through your strip, I bet I send that shit (on God)
I bring that station to yo' city nigga (what?)
You a lil' ass boy, you don't got no motion
Can't go hunnid, hunnid with me, nigga (never)
Ridin' through Atlanta, nigga (whoop)
This a 700 dollar Fanta, nigga (drank)
Where yo' fuckin' manners, nigga?
Wocko Simone, Mr. Two Flip Phone
More hoes than Santa, nigga
Bro God gave me like two of three lines of that wock as soon as I landed, nigga
The blacker, the berry, the sweeter the juice and I'm blacker than 11 gammas, nigga
Soon as you step in this room, then I'm taking yo' phone
No close friends cameras, niggas
Lil' shawty, try to speak on the station with no hesitation
I'm goin' to blam' the nigga, uh
Bitch you look good as shit
Yeen' never fuck wit a young rich, nigga
I'm a Naija boy, lemme pop my shit (uh)
I really bang shit
Baby, lemme nut up on yo' face, close range shit (ayy, yessir)
She know I'm a player, she hate it
Shawty hit up my phone said, "You ain't shit"
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman (murda)
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman (murda)
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, do my murda dance
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, do my murda dance
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, whoever fuckin' playin'
Hey, man! Bra! Bap! Boom!
Credits
Writer(s): Keith Cozart, Emmanuel Okanlawon, Leon Kranich, Samuel Ritter
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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