2 Chainz and Kreayshawn - Murder
Honorable C-NoteYeah
Murder
2 Chainz, yeah
Murder, murder, this right here that murder
Pulled the car out the garage, they screaming bloody murder
Murder, murder, chalk line 'round your daughter
Three cell phones and I still don't ever call her
Murder, murder, smoking on that murder
If a girl out with me, just know she murder (yeah)
Murder, murder, take her ass like burglar
Then I put her on the loud and feed her turkey burgers (damn)
Murder, murder, this is bloody murder (murder)
All this ice all over me, I should wear a thermos (tell 'em)
Murder, murder, hit you with that burner (fire)
Hit you with the burner (fire), hit you with the burner (fire)
Murder, murder, this right here that murder
Pulled the car out the garage, they screaming bloody murder
Murder, murder, chalk line 'round your daughter
Three cell phones and I still don't ever call her
Murder, murder, yeah, I'm killing niggas' beats
When I'm out of town and I'm on the stage, it's rest in peace
Murder, murder, somebody call my lawyer
They say I'm killing Tennessee when I was down in Florida (tell 'em)
Murder, murder, my shoes none than a quarter
I'm rapping with the murder team, nobody won't record us (damn)
Murder, murder, listen to the chorus
Niggas wanna know how I get it when I get it
Don't worry, just know, it's murder
Murder, murder, this right here that murder
Pulled the car out the garage, they screaming bloody murder
Murder, murder, chalk line 'round your daughter
Three cell phones and I still don't ever call her
This right here is murderous
I'm Mama Kreay, the gangsteress
From the east to the west it gets dangerous
When you get that dough on display and shit
Bitches will be hating this
But my mind still climbs for greater-ness
That money that I'm playing with
Put a hole in your head with no blame for it
Saying it, I'm K-in' it
Come back to the block and I'm spraying it
Delaying it, I'm stopping it
Put an end to your life, I'm blocking it
Your career, bitch? You was never on
I heard 2 Chainz blocked you off his phone
Bitch, don't call him if you ain't 'bout to ho
Bitch, don't call him if you ain't 'bout the doe
Hello (hello? Hello?)
Hello (hello? Hello?)
Murder, murder, this right here that murder
Pulled the car out the garage, they screaming bloody murder
Murder, murder, chalk line 'round your daughter
Three cell phones and I still don't ever call her (hello?)
Ayy, Kreayshawn
Two cats, White Girl Mob (hello)
East Oakland, ayy, 2 Chainz
Written by:
Radric Delantic Davis, Christopher John Whitacre, Justin Keith Henderson, Trevor Smith, Karrie Durane Carroll, Tauheed Epps
Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Cloud9, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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