Murder Murda lyrics

[Intro]
(Doomsday)
It's Miyaa, baby, like

[Chorus]
Like, don't get me started (Glah)
This b*tch is on some walkin' dead sh*t
I told b*tches to catch up with me, they got lost, I'm just on some straight put 'em to bed sh*t
Thinkin' she like that, she on some ed sh*t (Are you dumb?)
Ain't lettin' sh*t slide, this ain't no sled sh*t (Suck my di*k)
Back out the beam on her, yeah, that's that red sh*t
Ya baby f*ckin', ya opps on some leg sh*t, dummy
b*tch, who the f*ck is a Murda?
Run into precious, on bro, I'ma hurt her (Like, ahh)
b*tches did bad in the yams, did bad in the towns, still ain't learn after she had a daughter
Bum b*tch, I might just throw you some quarters
I'm playin' point guard, you gettin' water
And I ain't f*ck on no Jersey n*ggas, they know they couldn't crack this (At all), but ya sh*t is slaughtered, di*khead

[Verse]
How you tat all ya bodies, you losin' me, what the f*ck? Close up ya legs
Take a vacation (Ew)
Little b*tch movin' like she a yearbook and it's graduation (What the f*ck?)
Who made you sanctioned?
All of ya raps really ass, you just smoke bro who died in that station (Like)
b*tch, I'ma break ya composites, I need that, stop makin' tracks b*tch and drop ya location, real spill (What the f*ck?)
Every beat, I go in for that real kill
Let me show you how to do a real drill (Uh-huh)
Every trip, I was out in that real field
Funny body, b*tch, I hate ya real build
You keep gettin' the belt, b*tch, invest in a heater (Glah)
Bandman gon' do it, I don't gotta beat her You suckin' di*k everywhere that you go, catchin' balls in ya mouth like you was Derek Jeter, b*tch
Like, MV, I never miss
That just another mad b*tch on the list (Uh-huh)
Just speakin' facts, my sh*t don't be a diss (Nah)
All my opps funny lookin', they dismissed
Smoked out, dirty, loafin' drinkin' tris
And they could say what they want, I ain't never get beat, clock that 'cause y'all they drinkin' p*ss, like
n*ggas gettin' me tight, puttin' me in they interviews, n*ggas was never outside (SBK)
b*tches did bad when they saw me, l'm smokin' they n*gga, like, sis, how you let that sh*t slide? (DOAK)
You couldn't show band a band, but you got a lil' baby, like, b*tch you can't even provide
How did you mack a b*tch V And then let shawty drag you around? I know that hurt ya pride (What the f*ck?)
All the cap on the media, sh*t gotta stop
Still that pretty b*tch gettin' the drop (Damn, damn)
I ain't gon' say too much, n*gga, I know the real, I don't ever take sh*t on a hop (At all)
b*tches ain't goin' nowhere, they a flop
Go get some money, get up off that block
Look how y'all livin', I know b*tches popped Stop buyin' views, b*tch, meet me at the top
[Chorus]
Like, don't get me started (Glah)
This b*tch is on some walkin' dead sh*t
I told b*tches to catch up with me, they got lost, I'm just on some straight put 'em to bed sh*t
Thinkin' she like that, she on some ed sh*t (Are you dumb?)
Ain't lettin' sh*t slide, this ain't no sled sh*t (Suck my di*k)
Back out the beam on her, yeah, that's that red sh*t
Ya baby f*ckin', ya opps on some leg sh*t, dummy (Stupid)
b*tch, who the f*ck is a Murda?
Run into precious, on bro, I'ma hurt her (Like, ahh)
b*tches did bad in the yams, did bad in the towns, still ain't learn after she had a daughter
Bum b*tch, I might just throw you some quarters
I'm playin' point guard, you gettin' water
And I ain't f*ck on no Jersey n*ggas, they know they couldn't crack this (At all), but ya sh*t is slaughtered, di*khead

[Outro]
Yeah, like, suck my di*k, catch me outside, n*gga
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Murder Murda
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