Murda

Lyrics "Murda"

(Intro) 
Get higher baby 
Uh 
Get higher baby 
Get higher baby 
Uh 
Yea 

(Verse) 
Got a piece for all the drama 
Walkin round like the president Obama 
Yea you see me with a team, we brought in the Secret Service 
Drop it down, baby girl you know it’s worth it 
Heard you lookin for the ***, go get some tissue 
Let’s pay some bills, pockets fatter than a swisha 
It’s like a ship Shawty bout to drop another missile 
Put this bottle to yo lips 
Baby girl and French kiss it 

You ain’t innocent at all, it’s fuckin murda 
Pour up, mo shots in the burner 
All I see is ass, probably lookin so perverted 
Getting money is the crime 
Baby guilty is the verdict 
We up 

(Hook) 
Higher, get higher baby 
Higher, get higher baby 
Higher, get higher baby 
Higher, get higher baby 
You ain’t innocent at all, it’s fuckin murda 
Pour shots in the burner, pour shots in the burner 
You ain’t innocent at all, it’s fuckin murda 
Pour shots in the burner, pour shots in the burner 

(Verse) 
The king had a dream, I think I’m livin it 
They say the sour cus they ridin in a limit 
Head to the sky, it ain’t a limit 
But you got about a minute, girl don’t make a bad decision 
Is you rockin with the team or the opposition? 
Put you in the game, just gotta play your position 
See you the baddest here, ain’t gotta hold a petition 
Playin wit yo straw, I’ve been starrin at you sippin 

You ain’t innocent at all, it’s fuckin murda 
Turn up, mo shots in the burner 
Sayin that you straight as a arrow, I can turn ya 
Baby ain’t nobody flyer, round here you can feel the turbulence 

(Hook) 
Higher, get higher baby 
Higher, get higher baby 
Higher, get higher baby 
Higher, get higher baby 
You ain’t innocent at all, it’s fuckin murda 
Pour shots in the burner, pour shots in the burner 
You ain’t innocent at all, it’s fuckin murda 
Pour shots in the burner, pour shots in the burner 

Nah, no angels allowed 

(Verse) 
Baby you ain’t innocent, caught up in that whirl 
And molly in the evening, girls kissin girls 
And I ain’t here to judge it all, tryna get my twirl in 
Benefits of fuckin with him, ***tin on yo girlfriends 
The party girls run at night baby 
Ha, cuz boring bitches ain’t my type ladies 
Mix it up, I’m in the freeze, vanilla white lady 
And got rich sellin all this ice ice baby 
Murda murda, shots coming from everywhere 
Glow in the dark, them keys flowin heavy here 
Yuh, another movie in the making 
Starring all these bitches on these couches half naked 
Push

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