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murda one (feat. Fivio Foreign)

Roddy Ricch

Lyrics of murda one (feat. Fivio Foreign) by Roddy Ricch

Intro

(Woah, Kenny)

Chorus

Murder one, murder one

I think I invented this shit from the hood

But they call me phenomenal one, uh

I was in Miami, took her out to Tootsie′s

Put some dick on her tongue

Oh, Lord, this 'cause she know that I′m the one, one, one

Chorus

Murder one, murder one

So I put a body kit on a Rover, she ain't even gotta ask

She wanna shoot the shit like a soldier

'Cause she know I got the cash

Brand new designer, gotta pull off the tag

Hoppin′ out the private, gotta pull off the bag

Verse

I′m the shit (I'm the shit) huh

Live this lifestyle, I get paid to talk my shit

This ain′t entertainment, nigga, we got the sticks

What set is you claim 'cause the opps got hit, huh

Dr. Miami, come now, I gotta go get the strap, new tits, huh

Verse

I spent a quarter mil′ last year, rollin' the big dawg appeal, huh

And the plug gave me a bad baby, had to play Dr. Phil, huh

Rushin′ a hundred yards, fuck a quarter back, I gotta get me a mil'

And you hate 'cause you knowin′ I′m better

Water wet, should've wore an umbrella

Chorus

Murder one, murder one

I think I invented this shit from the hood

But they call me phenomenal one, huh

I was in Miami, took her out to Tootsie′s

Put some dick on her tongue

Oh, Lord, this 'cause she know that I′m the one, one, one

Chorus

Murder one, murder one

So I put a body kit on a Rover, she ain't even gotta ask

She wanna shoot the shit like a soldier (uh)

′Cause she know I got the cash (uh)

Brand-new designer, gotta pull off the tag

Hoppin' out the private, gotta pull off the bag

Verse

Murders (murders)

I keep a shooter at my service (baow)

I don't like beefin′ with Gerbers

He probably tell, he makin′ me nervous (uh)

Verse

I don't wanna meet in the middle (nah)

Huh, let′s keep it official (yeah)

You tryna get lit off of me

Go and mention my name in your song

'Cause you need me to diss you

Verse

Stop runnin′ 'cause I need ′em to hit you

Ain't give me nothin' when I needed a nickel

You niggas could die for not keepin′ it with you

If I ain′t call you, then I needed the mission (baow)

Verse

This shit is bussin' (this shit is bussin′)

This shit a bust down, look (this shit a bust down, look)

If he catch a body, then make it home safe

And then throw it away, it's a touchdown, uh (baow)

Chorus

Murder one, murder one

I think I invented this shit from the hood

But they call me phenomenal one, huh

I was in Miami, took her out to Tootsie′s

Put some dick on her tongue

Oh, Lord, this 'cause she know that I′m the one, one, one

Chorus

Murder one, murder one

So I put a body kit on a Rover, she ain't even gotta ask

She wanna shoot the shit like a soldier

'Cause she know I got the cash

Brand-new designer, gotta pull off the tag

Hoppin′ out the private, gotta pull off the bag