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[Intro: Domingo]
Ay, Duke Deuce
What the fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout man?
Ay, they got us fucked up
Y-R-N
[Chorus: Domingo]
Money, paper, racks, cash, blue hunnids, guapa-nese
Foreign bitches, suckin', fuckin', got 'em all, on they knees
All my niggas totin' pistols, even with felonies
And they shoot 'em like a camera, nigga, say cheese
I know niggas bangin', Bloods, Crips, and some G's
And I got them shooters 'cross the country, overseas
These Percocet 10's got me geekin', feel like Hercules
It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season (What!)
It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season (Murda)
[Post-Chorus: Domingo]
Them young niggas killin', hurtin' niggas for no reason (Brrah)
Free my brothers down the road, locked up but still eatin'
And they'll still never, ever fold
When they see the judge, ain't no pleadin'
[Verse 1: Domingo]
It's just me and Duke Deuce (Duke Deuce)
We gon' beat a nigga ass 'til he turn black & blue (Boom boom)
See the opps, we gon' shoot (Brrah)
All these dead bodies, nigga, recognize who was who (Who-who)
Way I ran got 'em spooked (What)
I came in with the gang, so I'ma pull up with the troops (Gang)
And I ain't ever gon' switch (Nah)
And my nigga wiped your nose, there's no one you can use (Bitch!)
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda (Murda)
These niggas gangsta, poppin' shit 'til we turn 'em (What?)
Into bitches, yes we keep that fire, we gon' burn 'em (Brrah)
No, you can't buy them stripes, nigga, gotta earn 'em
[Chorus: Domingo]
Money, paper, racks, cash, blue hunnids, guapa-nese
Foreign bitches, suckin', fuckin', got 'em all, on they knees
All my niggas totin' pistols, even with felonies
And they shoot 'em like a camera, nigga, say cheese
I know niggas bangin', Bloods, Crips, and some G's
And I got them shooters 'cross the country, overseas
These Percocet 10's got me geekin', feel like Hercules
It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season (What!)
It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season (Murda)
[Post-Chorus: Duke Deuce]
1-2-3-4 trappers up in my bando (Up in my bando)
5-6-7-8 sticks so the bitch better get low (Bitch better get low)
You think of Duke Deuces, Memphis (Memphis)
Makin' easy money and pimpin' (Pimpin')
Whole 'lotta robbin and dealin' (And dealin')
Man, everybody here killin' (Man, everybody killin')
[Verse 2: Duke Deuce]
I heat up and beat up the block
I G up to keep up, to re-up the stock (Re-up the stock)
Look what I am, what you're not
The people, they eat up, 'cause all my shit hot (My shit hot)
I'm out with no fours, my ice is cold
His ice cream rocky road (Rocky road)
Stick to the code, I never fold
I put that on the fours (Diddy)
You can see in a nigga eyes, some hunger (Don't bother me)
Nigga fuck with me they gon' hide lil' homie
Yeah, my nuts hangin', ain't no gangbangin'
Why the fuck you shootin' if you ain't aimin'?
Goin' one-fifty, end up half-capped
With the red seats like a dark angel
[Chorus: Domingo]
Money, paper, racks, cash, blue hunnids, guapa-nese
Foreign bitches, suckin', fuckin', got 'em all, on they knees
All my niggas totin' pistols, even with felonies
And they shoot 'em like a camera, nigga, say cheese
I know niggas bangin', Bloods, Crips, and some G's
And I got them shooters 'cross the country, overseas
These Percocet 10's got me geekin', feel like Hercules
It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season
Murda was written by Fabio Aguillarr & Snapz & Keanu Beats & Duke Deuce.
Murda was produced by Keanu Beats & Snapz & Fabio Aguillarr.
Quality Control, Mike Domingo & Duke Deuce released Murda on Fri Aug 16 2019.