Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Murda She Wrote , by - Cymphonique. Release date: 13.08.2013
Song language: English
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 |