Murda She Wrote lyrics

Murder, murder, m-m-murder, murder That's what she wrote Every day, they be fucking with me Harlem little diva Cruise the streets in the ghost I got the butter leather seats Bonita's grippin' the toast I'ma squeeze it like a kegel Niggas pussy for sure Murder, murder, m-m-murder, murder That's what she wrote Every day these niggas fucking with me, think I'm a joke Till chiquita pull banana clips up out the cloak I'ma bust these niggas top off like a bottle of moët 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-m-murder, murder That's what she wrote Murder, murder, m-m-murder, murder That's what she wrote Niggas be bitches but don't got no bitches as vicious How you lovin' these niggas? Suspicious with feminine wrists What's the interest with niggas With pendants with diamonds up in them? Who I choosing for stuntin' them gimmicks Niggas be faking that image Murder, murder, m-m-murder, murder That's what she wrote Got these niggas, niggas fucking trannies up in the low Talking money but when you asking 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 in-in they curl You need a new 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 fuck with the g-o-a-t Throw up 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 wit' your karma I feed you back to your momma Murder, murder, m-m-murder, murder That's what she wrote