Dai Burger – Murda Murda lyrics

[Intro]
Hmm, miss burger b, y'all know me
Uh-huh, or maybe not yet (nuh-uh)
But you will when you cash them checks, what up? (uh-huh)
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Miss burger b y'all n-a's know me
Bitch yeah I'm on the menu number 1, 2, and 3
Make it well done, top it off with some cheese
N-a's get a whiff, have em down on their knees
High like trees, fly like breeze
Pussy drippen honey, I attract them bees
Strap that d, yeah, uh
N-a's didn't even really know I was a rapper
Yeah, I kinda am
And a full-time fashion attacker
Bitch is a passion, relax
N-a's having spasms, hearts beatin' fast
Every time I pass 'em
I'm so major, I'm so vintage
You can beep me on my pager
Yeah, what up haters?
I am your mayor (Hi!)
Yes, I am your captain
You should be a better team player
Only 2 years deep in the game
Soon to be knee deep in the fame


Came through extra raunchy
Yes that is my brand
Came through with my girlfriend
No that's not my man
I be poppin' 'em handstands
But you can't sneak a peak
Unless you wrappin' grands in rubber bands

I got hella fans, used to catch me in Patricia Field
Had them going ham (damn), like what the fuck is up?
I got flavors like ice cream trucks
My bitches serving body daily
You're thirsty for some dairy
Uh, so drink it up like Bailey's
Like bananas, bitches better peel
When I come through
Stomping in my fucking heels
Motherfuckers know the deal
I'm screaming out, "Kill!"

[Hook] x2
Murda murda, kill kill
Murda murda, kill kill
Murda murda, kill kill
Murda murda, kill kill
Bitch I kill you with my heels


[Verse 2]
Bitch I kill you with my heels
Yeah my n's know the deal
They gon' hide the fuckin' body
Then we get back to the party
If you want your party live
Hire me, hire me
Hottest bitch on the scene
That's fire me, fire me

My outfit's doing massive damage
You hurt ass bitches looking like you need a bandage
So let me hand it to ya
"Ya did good," my n-a said
"Burger relax," sent me to the spa
So now I'm here relaxin
Pretty girl trappin'
Know the secrets of the universe
That's why my shit is happenin'
And don't you get to yappin'
Cause I'll get to click-clackin'
My body is clackow-poppin'
Ain't no way that I'm stopping it now

[?], looking like the moonchild
Heels mean, I'll let out the goons, child
Heels on deck, don't come at me on accident, bitch
Turn your face into a wreck


[Hook] x4
Murda murda, kill kill
Murda murda, kill kill
Murda murda, kill kill
Murda murda, kill kill
Bitch I kill you with my heels