“Murder Man Watch Me Do My Murda Dance Lyrics” sung by NBA YoungBoy represents the English Music Ensemble. The name of the song is RIP Lil Phat by NBA YoungBoy.
Murder Man Watch Me Do My Murda Dance Lyrics
[Intro]
RIP Lil Phat (Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Ooh, that b^^ch turnt up, what you on? What you on?
What you talkin’ ’bout, foe? (I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw, hey, Lilkdubb)
What you tryna do, Herm?
You act like, you act like you ain’t been a gangster
B^^ch, you know I been a gangster, yeah
You ain’t even gotta turn me up like that, boy, yeah
You know what’s happenin’ with me, free DDawg, ain’t nobody safe
Let’s go
[Chorus]
Rollin’ off them pills, steady spinnin’, b^^ch, I’m rollin’
Tryna pop a n^^ga cap, that’s off the flat, it be controllin’
If them n^^gas get to poppin’, then just know he got it on him
I ain’t gotta point ’em out, my n^^gas get him if I want him
Hold on, yeah, I’m in a zone, yeah
My n^^gas rollin’ off them pills to get you gone, yeah
And b^^ch, I been that, I’m still is, so watch your tone, yeah
Bust your f^^kin’ dome, yeah, send your a^^ home, yeah
[Verse 1]
N^^ga, ain’t no temptin’ me, watch me do my murder dance
30 Glock up in his pants, f^^k the cops, he stretch your mans
He say he need another one, he just took another Xan’
He say he gon’ step on us, he gon’ need another plan
Dirty as a motherf^^ker, still come through f^^kin’ swervin’ (Boom, n^^ga)
Out the roof up in this b^^ch, who said I was worried? (Who said I was worried?)
I get trey like back to back, they shoot that b^^ch like Curry
Behind the line, a couple stacks’ll probably get ’em early, hold on
[Chorus]
Rollin’ off them pills, steady spinnin’, b^^ch, I’m rollin’
Tryna pop a n^^ga cap, that’s off the flat, it be controllin’
If them n^^gas get to poppin’, then just know he got it on him
I ain’t gotta point ’em out, my n^^gas get him if I want him
Hold on, yeah, I’m in a zone, yeah
My n^^gas rollin’ off them pills to get you gone, yeah
And b^^ch, I been that, I’m still is, so watch your tone, yeah
Bust your f^^kin’ dome, yeah, send your a^^ home, yeah
[Verse 2]
Wan’ do somethin’ with who? I got that tool up in this b^^ch (On slime)
We can go to scufflin’ since you bootin’ in this b^^ch (I ain’t lyin’)
Flash out and make it ugly, ain’t no movin’ in this b^^ch (B^^ch, what up?)
I’m gonna shoot a horror movie, ain’t no choosin’, ain’t no picks
I’ma go across your s^^t with this Henny bottle, n^^ga
Still be with the s^^ts, just since I left the bottom, n^^ga
Put you up with your clique, you f^^kin’ with the Dada, n^^ga
Bust your a^^, that’s a fact, ain’t ’bout no f^^kin’ dollar, n^^ga
How I come through on them jiggas
[Chorus]
Rollin’ off them pills, steady spinnin’, b^^ch, I’m rollin’
Tryna pop a n^^ga cap, that’s off the flat, it be controllin’
If them n^^gas get to poppin’, then just know he got it on him
I ain’t gotta point ’em out, my n^^gas get him if I want him
Hold on, yeah, I’m in a zone, yeah
My n^^gas rollin’ off them pills to get you gone, yeah
And b^^ch, I been that, I’m still is, so watch your tone, yeah
Bust your f^^kin’ dome, yeah, send your a^^ home, yeah
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