Video Murda One de Roddy Ricch 2024 Hip Hop Lyrics

Roddy Ricch - Murda One Lyrics

murda one Song Lyrics
murda one by Roddy Ricch (Woah, Kenny)

[Roddy Ricch:]
Murder one, murder one
I think I invented this sh*t from the hood, but they call me phenomenal one
I was in Miami, took her out to Tootsie's, put some dick on her tongue
Oh lord, this 'cause she know that I'm the one, one, one
Murder one, murder one
So I put a body kit on a Rover, she ain't even gotta ask
She wanna shoot the sh*t like a soldier 'cause she know I got the cash
Brand new designer, gotta pull off the tag
Hoppin' out the private, gotta pull off the bag

I'm the sh*t, huh
Live this lifestyle, I get paid to talk my sh*t
This ain't entertainment, nigga, we got the sticks
What set is you claim 'cause the opps got hit, huh
Dr. Miami, come now, I gotta go get the strap, new tits
I spent a quarter mil' last year, rollin' the big dawg appeal, huh
And the plug gave me a bad baby, had to play Dr. Phil, huh
Rushin' a hundred yards, f**k a quarter back, I gotta get me a mil'
And you hate 'cause you knowin' I'm better
Water wet, should've wore an umbrella

Murder one, murder one
I think I invented this sh*t from the hood, but they call me phenomenal one
I was in Miami, took her out to Tootsie's, put some dick on her tongue
Oh lord, this 'cause she know that I'm the one, one, one
Murder one, murder one
So I put a body kit on a Rover, she ain't even gotta ask
She wanna shoot the sh*t like a soldier 'cause she know I got the cash (Uh, uh)
Brand new designer, gotta pull off the tag
Hoppin' out the private, gotta pull off the bag

[Fivio Foreign:]
Murders (Murders)
I keep a shooter at my service (Bow)
I don't like beefin' with Gerbers
He probably tell, he makin' me nervous (Uh)
I don't wanna meet in the middle (Nah)
Huh, let's keep it official (Yeah)
You tryna get lit off of me
Go and mention my name in your song 'cause you need me to diss you
Stop runnin' 'cause I need 'em to hit you
Ain't give me nothin' when I needed a nickel
You niggas could die for not keepin' it with you
If I ain't call you, then I needed the mission (Bow)
This sh*t is bussin' (This sh*t is bussin')
This sh*t a bustdown, look (This sh*t a bustdown, look)
If he catch a body then make it home safe and then throw it away, it's a touchdown, uh (Bow)

[Roddy Ricch:]
Murder one, murder one
I think I invented this sh*t from the hood, but they call me phenomenal one
I was in Miami, took her out to Tootsie's, put some dick on her tongue
Oh lord, this 'cause she know that I'm the one, one, one
Murder one, murder one
So I put a body kit on a Rover, she ain't even gotta ask
She wanna shoot the sh*t like a soldier 'cause she know I got the cash
Brand new designer, gotta pull off the tag
Hoppin' out the private, gotta pull off the bag