Lyrics Murda She Wrote - Cymphonique

Murda She Wrote

I’m killin' em, I’m killin' em
Shoegame so sick, I’m killin' em
I’m killin' em, I’m killin' em
Designer everything, I’m killin' em
Hating behind my back yeah I’m
Talking to you
Already know you getting mad
When I’m walkin in the booth
The only reason you be hating
Is 'cause I’m telling the truth
Forget the stash spot a little
Put the weapon to use
Yeah and what’s the reason for
Hating a stash you callin' yourself 'gangsta gansta ain’t
Gon blast it
Pull the micout, be you all the
Haters gon show love
And they empty they pockets
Like dudes at the strip club
Some of these artist think they blazin' I don’t get it
'Cause I’m something like a Bentley Coupe you’re something like a civic
A pretty girl but G’D up with
The thugs
Got a house in LA but the south in my blood
Catch me on the stage
Catch me on the block
Make the game say ughh just like my pops
I be rollin' in the drop especially when it’s hot
It’s Louis and Versace from the bottom to the top (Nah)
I’m killin' em, I’m killin' em
Shoegame so sick, I’m killin' em
I’m killin' em, I’m killin' em
Designer everything, I’m killin' em
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote
Got them haters mad, cause I’m young and hot
Turn they nose up when they see diamonds and the watch
A&R's don’t like me, they see me chambing to the top
They say the industry full, well
I done took my spot
My whole team comin' with me
I’m LeBron on the clutch
Trinidad James, all gold everything when I touch
Knock it off, you can’t compare me to them lames
While your chickens layin' eggs
I done murdered the game
Snapback so sick, call me new era
Panamera porsche, windows dark like mascara
I can’t tryna fall off like the last chick did
'Can't walk in these designer shoes 'cause ya’ll just kids
One thing on ya mind should be
Keepin' from gettin' locked up
Two, stop worrying 'bout me and get yo guap up
Three, four and five don’t be no hater
I body back them grand back stones: Oakland Raiders
I’m killin' em, I’m killin' em
Shoegame so sick, I’m killin' em
I’m killin' em, I’m killin' em
Designer everything, I’m killin' em
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote
I just murdered this beat but I ain’t no rapper, I’m the first R&B Trapper
(Haha) I’m Just playing get my Mixtape PASSION