Murdah

Can't believe she fuckin' left me Fuckin' saddest thing ever, man Dally! Logo! Whatever, what the fuck Put them lighters in the air, man Some real shit, man Realest shit I ever wrote Cry with me Nah, fuck dat! Millionaire Mindstate Broke niggas give me migraines Hachoo! Sorry, baby, I had to sneeze Cah these fake niggas give me allergies Bruddas get jealous way too much Why they wanna do me like 2Pac I took a pic with my new ting And now my old ting's gettin' goose-bumps Sorry, didn't do that on purpose You said we weren't workin' Why you still hurtin', yeah Don't know why you're still lurkin' Losin' you was worth it Baby, keep twerkin', yeah B-B-Baby keep turnin' up Because you got a body like a murderer Hats off like I'm tryna do the Shmurda Dance Boo-boo you got a body like a murderer You see, baby-girl, she my homie, yeah, yeah Oh Lord I [?] I touch her slowly Murder, she wrote, nah, nah I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay I'm on my way-ay-oh-oh-oh I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay I'm on my way-ay-oh-oh-oh I went sleep with my dream gyal Then woke up next to a nightmare So who made up make-up I wanna one-on-one with you, right here Come tru, I know you need it Fuck your man, he's just an eediat They're like, "Mo, it's bait how this yatt looks" Take the word Redrum and spell it backwards Did someone say murder I got the drink, did someone say turn up You're the type of girl that used to turf us Now, they just wanna bang like burners B-B-Baby keep turnin' up Because you got a body like a murderer Hats off like I'm tryna do the Shmurda Dance Boo-boo you got a body like a murderer You see, baby-girl, she my homie, yeah, yeah Oh Lord I [?] I touch her slowly Murder, she wrote, nah, nah I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay I'm on my way-ay-oh-oh-oh I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay I'm on my way-ay-oh-oh-oh She got away with murder She done some shit I ain't heard o' She [?] Yeah, he turned her down so she turned up Oh Lord, I think I want her Ah, oh Lord, I think I need her She got away with murder She got away with murder