Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song MURDER., artist - Tobe Nwigwe. Date of issue: 24.02.2018
Song language: English
MURDER. |
| I never give it mercy |
| Yeah, yeah—y-yeah—yeah |
| I never give it mercy |
| Murder she wrote |
| I never give it mercy |
| Yeah, buyakah, buyakah! |
| Get twisted |
| Look, every beat I’m on, I never give it mercy |
| Like an alpha, the flow’s ice cold |
| The flow H2O if you’re thirsty |
| Every bar I spit soothe your soul |
| Like murder she wrote |
| If you’re talkin' bout appropriation |
| The whole nation guilty by association |
| This whole system need exfoliation |
| You keep commandments, but you devilish |
| So really, you a holy Satan |
| How you Muslim but you roll with bacon? |
| Hell, I ain’t Muslim, I’m just sayin' |
| If you acting, that’s the role you playing |
| Don’t judge me, you need to listen, akh |
| Hell, I’m approaching 30 |
| That’s when all that nae-nae and whippin' stops |
| Don’t get it twisted, I’m with God 'til the ticking stops |
| But anybody can catch these hands like the chickenpox |
| Quick to box if you threaten me or my family |
| From the Swat, so watch how you speak when you handle me |
| Flow is hot, boy, I bring more heat than a candle bring |
| Thotties bop every time I be where the cameras be |
| Not to brag, hahaha |
| Hold up, let me get back in my bag |
| Look, I don’t JuJu on the Beat, I’m a guru when I speak |
| No papaya, I’m a naija boy, that’s fufu when I eat |
| I’ma lose you if you weak, catch a bruise if you repeat |
| I’m Desmond Tutu, your flow boo-boo |
| Ga-ga-goo-goo when you speak |
| You got baby flow, pacifier, all I spit is dragon fire |
| Desecrate all the food on my plate, this beat an appetizer |
| Yuh, I ain’t even touched the main course |
| It take work to get it popping like champagne corks |
| Stained floor in my living room, Fat be in there painting |
| Facebook Live, almost 20,000, check out our engagement |
| Yuh, spirit was thick, it had me shedding tears |
| Low-key, felt like Jameis Winston during freshman year |
| Heisman, no disguising, I get live when |
| I see the visions of the Mini-Mes on the horizon |
| Me and Fat, synergy, coincidentally surprising |
| She had me on bended knee, the image was polarizing |
| Guys, when you find the one, you should lock her up |
| Hit a knee, put a ring on it, and knock her up |
| Yeah, the beat sick, it’s getting doctored up |
| Please tell the fat lady sing the opera |
| It’s over |
| I never give it mercy |
| Yeah, y—yeah—yeah |
| I never give it mercy |
| Murder she wrote |