Murda She Wrote lyrics

by

Hudson Mohawke


[Chorus]
"Murder, murder, m-m-murder, murder"
That's what she wrote

[Interlude]
Every day, they be f*cking with me

[Verse 1]
Harlem little diva
Cruise the streets in the Ghost
I got the butter leather seats
Bonita's grippin' the toast
Imma squeeze it like a kegel
n*ggas pus*y for sure

[Chorus]
"Murder, murder, m-m-murder, murder"
That's what she wrote

[Verse 2]
Every day these n*ggas f*cking with me, think I'm a joke
'Til Chiquita pull banana clips up out the cloak
I'ma bust these n*ggas top off like a bottle of Moet

[Chorus]
"Murder, murder, m-m-murder, murder"
That's what she wrote
[Verse 3]
Chickens cluckin', n*ggas duckin'
These n*ggas don't want that smoke
Papi chulo got them kilos
Them kilos up in the boat
La Femme Nikita got the Eagle
And reasons to let it blow

[Chorus]
"Murder, murder, m-m-murder, murder"
That's what she wrote
"Murder, murder, m-m-murder, murder"
That's what she wrote

[Verse 4]
n*ggas be b*tches but don't got no b*tches as vicious
How you lovin' these n*ggas?
Suspicious with feminine wrists
What's the interest with n*ggas
With pendants with diamonds up in them?
Who I choosing for stuntin' them gimmicks
n*ggas be faking that image

[Chorus]
"Murder, murder, m-m-murder, murder"
That's what she wrote
[Verse 5]
Got these n*ggas, n*ggas f*cking trannies up in the low
Talking money but when you asking they gotta go
n*ggas think it's funny, but I see that they switchin' codes
Y'all n*ggas b*tches, y'all shimmer just like some pearls
I could tell y'all n*ggas b*tches, y'all tryna be like them girls
I can see these n*ggas pus*y they wet up in-in they curl
You need a new bunny?
Check the records I been that girl
Got the heat up on the fever
Feel the flames see the smoke
From the ashes like a phoenix
Watch me rise I'm the pope
You little ashy b*tches gassed up but can't f*ck with the G.O.A.T
Throw up my strikes like some Adidas
I battle demons
I'm Xena with the sword I slice these n*ggas
Chicago Deep Dish, and eat them
Grind these n*ggas into sausage, they pepperoni, chorizo
Jeffrey Dahmer wit' your karma
I feed you back to your momma

[Outro]
"Murder, murder, m-m-murder, murder"
That's what she wrote
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