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MURDAMAN! (feat. Chief Keef)

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Murdaman murdaman murdaman murdaman

Murdaman murdaman murdaman

Murdaman murdaman murdaman

Murdaman murdaman murdaman

Murdaman murdaman

I'm in that station i'm on shits n**a

Murdaman murdaman you know it's on my head n**a

Murdaman man oh murdaman man

Watch me do my murdaman bands

Oh yeah i say somerich and niggas

We ain't never heard of them

No i'm tryna f**k some b**h with them birds up

I want my shit why i f**k that cash money i ain't burn

Man

B**h don't pan on my head

So if i bitchpush up niggas ain't no shit

Niggas ain't never hit

Come through your strip i bet i see that shit

Oh god i bring that station to your city n**a

What you a little ass boy you ain't got no motion

Can't go hundred hundred with me

N**a never

Riding through that line a n**a woo

This a seven hundred dollar fan a n**a trick

Way on f**g madness

N**a walk on some mums two blips on my h**s

They saying a n**a bro got

Gave me like two or three lines that i walk

As soon as i land the n**a

The black and the berries sweeter the juice

And i'm blacker than eleven gamas

N**a

Soon as sheup in this room and i'm taking your phone

No close friends cameras

N**a lasadi

Try speak on the station with no hesitation

I'm going to blind the n**a uh

B**h you look good as shit

You ain't not f**k with a young rich n**a

I'm a night job boy

Let me pop my shit uh i really bang shit baby

Let me not over your face close rain shit a ass up

You know i'm a player she hate it

Shawty hit my phone said you ain't shit

Madam madam madam madam madam madam mad

Mad madam madam madam madam madam madam mad

Madam madam madam

Madam madam madam madam madam

Madam madam madam madam madama man

Murdaman murdaman murdaman murdaman murdaman do my murdaman dance

Murdaman murdaman murdaman murdaman murdaman murdaman

They ain't show you when you can't

Gotta write my mind a lot of murdaman murdaman

F**k something

Knife up on the chop

I use that b**h can come my rubber band

The ass left

I won't touch that b**h with my little brother hand

Made me send my shorties through your window

Like they brother man

This ain't no two care we skin your face

Look b**h with f**g plan

I'm a glory boy but all my h**s call me

They f**g man

Baby said i'm fit

I told them b**h i ain't aoff the end b**h

She so got that guap

He came on no way from that motherland

I got sixty thousand for my momma

Where my motherland mom

Got me so my f**g rich i done f**k the fan

That p**y n**a out your gang he gon f**k up the brand

F**k him by a holding them gucci stove

B**h call me dopa dance

Hold that b**h i left like fifty thousand

B**h don't touch a band

Murdaman man you ain't never seen no murdaman man

If she so was still up on this block

He probably serving fans

Niggas always got that dim handout

That shit don't hurt your hand

And i swear to god

That god the only n**a i'm worshiping

B**h tell me i got bitches blind out

Put that b**h on time out

Had to take some time out just to clip my mind out

I'mma put my eye out pussyboy that blind now fake

Smoking took and pack huh you smoking pookies crack

Huh shoot we shooting back doo doo

Bulletproof to laugh way

It's stupid juicy sacks moving them moving them back

B**h we stuck through this b**h like a frat beat

Back beat beat back beat

Beat back beat

Beat back beat

Beat back beat

Beat bad beat

Beat back beat

Beat back beat

Beat back beat

Hey mad

Beat

Beat hey soap beat

With the f**g

N**a

I'm drowning band up

Hook back beat

Station be back be mister

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