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letra de murdaman! (remix) - yungmanny

[intro: yungmanny]
murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder man (ha, sjr beats)
murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder man (ha, go)
murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder man (i’m in that station, i’m on sh-ts, n-gga)
murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder man (you know what’s on my hip, n-gga, uh)

[verse 1: yungmanny]
murder man, watch me do my murder dance (yup)
oh, y’all said some richer n-ggas?
we ain’t never heard of them (nope)
i’m tryna’ f-ck some (grr)
where them birds at? (huh?)
i want my sh-t wired
f-ck that cash money, i ain’t birdman (b-tch)
don’t pay no him no mind, he a certified b-tch (fasho)
n-ggas ain’t sh-t, n-ggas ain’t ever hit
come through your strip, i bet i send that sh-t (on god)
i bring that station to yo’ city, n-gga (what?)
you a lil’ ass boy, you don’t got no motion
can’t go hunnid-hunnid with me, n-gga (never)
[bridge: yungmanny]
ridin’ through atlanta, n-gga (whoop)
this a seven hundred dollar fanta, n-gga (drank)
where yo’ f-ckin’ manners, n-gga?
wocko’ simone, mr. two flip phone
more hoes than santa, n-gga

[verse 2: yungmanny]
bro, god gave me like two or three lines of that wock’ as soon as i landed, n-gga
the blacker, the berry, the sweeter the juice and i’m blacker than 11 gammas, n-gga
soon as you step in this room, then i’m taking yo’ phone
no close friend’s cameras, n-ggas
lil’ shawty, try to speak on the station with no hesitation
i’m goin’ to blam’ the n-gga
uh, b-tch, you look good as sh-t
you ain’t never f-ck wit’ a young rich n-gga
i’m a naija boy, let me pop my sh-t (uh)
i really bang sh-t
baby, let me nut up on yo’ face, close range sh-t (ayy, yes sir)
she know i’m a player, she hate it
shawty hit my phone, said, “you ain’t sh-t”

[chorus: yungmanny & chief keef]
murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder man
murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder man
murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, do my murder dance
murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder man
murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder man
murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder man
murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, do my murder dance
murder, murder (ayy), murder, murder, murder, murder, murder man (ayy shorty, you and lil’ cam got the right motherf-cker, i ain’t gon’ lie)
murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder whoever f-ckin’ playin’ (ayy, sos’ baby)
[verse 3: chief keef]
knife up on the chop’, i use that b-tch to cut my rubber bands (three k, hey, manny)
dirty ass lil’ thot, won’t touch that b-tch with my lil’ brother hands (bang, bop-bop-boom)
make me send your shorty through your window like they brother man (doo-doo-doo)
this ain’t no 2k, we scan your face, lil’ b-tch, quit f-ckin’ playin’ (doo-doo-doo)
i’m a glory boy but all my hoes call me they f-ckin’ man (gbe, baby)
baby said i’m fat, i told her, “b-tch, i ain’t accepting it” (b-tch)
chief so’ got that guap, he came a long way from that mother land (sos’ baby)
i got sixty thousand for my mama when my mother land (sit-gang, mom)
mafias got me so muh’f-ckin’ rich i d-mn near f-cked a fan (go)
get that p-ssy n-gga out your gang, he gon’ f-ck up the brand (b-tch)
i can buy a whole d-mn gucci store, b-tch, call me dapper dan
told that b-tch i left like fifty thousand, b-tch, don’t touch a band

[bridge: chief keef & yungmanny]
murder man (ayy), you ain’t never seen no murder man (ayy)
if chief so’ was still up on this block he’d probably serve a fan (chief so’)
n-ggas always got they d-mn hand out, that sh-t don’t hurt your hand? (huh? huh? huh?)
and i swear to god that god the only n-gga i’m worshippin’ (ayy)
b-tch, turn me up so’ (go)

[verse 4: chief keef]
i got b-tches flyin’ out, put that b-tch on timeout (b-tch)
had to take some time out just to clear my mind out
i’ma whip my iron out, p-ssy boy act blind now (bang)
smokin’ tooka pack (huh?)
you smokin’ boof, it’s crack (huh?)
shoot, we shootin’ back (doo-doo-doo)
bullet proof the lat’ (b-tch), where your stupid juices at? (ffff)
movin’ ’em, movin’ ’em back (bee)
we stomp through this b-tch like a frat (bee, bee, bee)
[outro: chief keef & yungmanny]
bang (bee, bee), bang (bee, bee)
bang (bee, bee), bang (bee, bee)
bang (bee, bee), bang (bee, bee)
bang (bee, bee), bang (bee, bee)
bang (bee, bee, hey, man), bang (bee, bee, hey so’)
bang (bee, bee, what the f-ck you know?), bang (bee, bee, just like jack when i’m bangin’ that pole)
bang (bee, bee), bang (bee, bee)
bang (station, bee, bee), bang (mr. o, bee, bee)

- yungmanny

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