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Murder, murder, m-m murder murder
That's what she wrote
Yea (they f*ckin' with me)

Harlem little diva
Cruise the streets in the Ghost
I got the butter leather seats
Bonita's grippin' the toast
I'mma squeeze it like a kegel
Niggas pussy for sure

Murder, murder, m-m murder murder
That's what she wrote

Every day these niggas f*ckin' with me, think I'm a joke
'Til Chiquita pull banana clips up out the cloak
I'mma bust these niggas top off like a bottle of Moet

Murder, murder, m-m murder murder
That's what she wrote

Chickens cluckin', niggas duckin'
These niggas don't want that smoke
Papi chulo got them kilos
Them kilos up in the boat
La Femme Nikita, got the Eagle and reasons to let it blow

Murder, murder, m-murder, that's what she wrote

(M-murder, that's what she wrote)

Niggas be bitches but don't got no bitches as vicious
How you livin'?
These niggas suspicious with feminine wristses
What's the interest with niggas
With pendants with diamonds up in them?
Fubar choosin' and stuntin' them gimmicks
Niggas be fakin' that image

Murder, murder, m-murder that's what she wrote

Got these niggas, niggas f*ckin' trannies up in the low
Talkin' money but when you askin' they gotta go
Niggas think it's funny, but I see that they switchin' codes
Y'all niggas bitches, y'all shimmer just like some pearls
I could tell y'all niggas bitches, y'all tryna be like them girls
I can see these niggas pussy, they wet up and then they curl
Yo leave this bunny
Check the records I been that girl
Got the heat up on the fever
Feel the flames see the smoke
From the ashes like a phoenix
Watch me rise, I'm the pope
You little ashy bitches gassed up but can't f*ck with the G.O.A.T

Throw my strikes like some Adidas
I battle demons
I'm Xena with the sword I slice these niggas
Chicago deep dish and eat them
Grind these niggas into sausage, they pepperoni, chorizo
Jeffrey Dahmer with' your comma
I feed you back to your momma

M-murder, that's what she wrote nigga, uh
Suck a dick nigga, choke nigga

(Suck a dick nigga, choke nigga)
(Murder that's what she wrote nigga)
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Murder, murder, m-m murder murder
That's what she wrote
Yea (they f*ckin' with me)

Harlem little diva
Cruise the streets in the Ghost
I got the butter leather seats
Bonita's grippin' the toast
I'mma squeeze it like a kegel
Niggas pussy for sure

Murder, murder, m-m murder murder
That's what she wrote

Every day these niggas f*ckin' with me, think I'm a joke
'Til Chiquita pull banana clips up out the cloak
I'mma bust these niggas top off like a bottle of Moet

Murder, murder, m-m murder murder
That's what she wrote

Chickens cluckin', niggas duckin'
These niggas don't want that smoke
Papi chulo got them kilos
Them kilos up in the boat
La Femme Nikita, got the Eagle and reasons to let it blow

Murder, murder, m-murder, that's what she wrote

(M-murder, that's what she wrote)

Niggas be bitches but don't got no bitches as vicious
How you livin'?
These niggas suspicious with feminine wristses
What's the interest with niggas
With pendants with diamonds up in them?
Fubar choosin' and stuntin' them gimmicks
Niggas be fakin' that image

Murder, murder, m-murder that's what she wrote

Got these niggas, niggas f*ckin' trannies up in the low
Talkin' money but when you askin' they gotta go
Niggas think it's funny, but I see that they switchin' codes
Y'all niggas bitches, y'all shimmer just like some pearls
I could tell y'all niggas bitches, y'all tryna be like them girls
I can see these niggas pussy, they wet up and then they curl
Yo leave this bunny
Check the records I been that girl
Got the heat up on the fever
Feel the flames see the smoke
From the ashes like a phoenix
Watch me rise, I'm the pope
You little ashy bitches gassed up but can't f*ck with the G.O.A.T

Throw my strikes like some Adidas
I battle demons
I'm Xena with the sword I slice these niggas
Chicago deep dish and eat them
Grind these niggas into sausage, they pepperoni, chorizo
Jeffrey Dahmer with' your comma
I feed you back to your momma

M-murder, that's what she wrote nigga, uh
Suck a dick nigga, choke nigga

(Suck a dick nigga, choke nigga)
(Murder that's what she wrote nigga)
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Writer: Azealia Amanda Banks, Ross Matthew Birchard
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.


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