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Yungeen Ace - Murda Talk Lyrics

[Intro]
Aye, it's that murder talk
It's that murder walk right there
Ouuh, it's that murder talk
Ouuh, it's that murder talk
Oh wait, that's that murder walk
Ouuh, this that murder talk

[Verse 1]
Run 'round the city with that Draco (With that Draco)
Opps lookin' for me, where they at though? (Like where they at, though?)
My killers move in silence, strike when I say so (Bang)
Dead body on the corner, that's a case closed
Hot boy, hot boy, top boy, my top killers, yeah
Hop out, run-down, stand over, we straight to killin', yeah
Fuck your neighborhood hero, my niggas villains, yeah
I got a bad bitch named Glocky, she got extensions, yeah
Them demons inside me, they beggin' to come up out me (Ouuh)
My nigga so ruthless, on sight he'll catch a body (Boom)
I cut my main nigga off 'cause he wasn't slidin' behind it
They killed my brothers and they shot me
You know how I feel about it
Them pussy bitches, they gon' pay for what they did (They gon' pay)
Brand new AR, I came to split a nigga wig (Pow)
Blood in my eyes and I'm screamin' redrum (Redrum)
Fuck nigga, I know who shot me, bitch I'm just playin' dumb (Bitch)
Fuck nigga, I know who shot me, nigga I'm just playin' dumb
This a choppa bullets, but this a handgun
I was done off in that ho when I had my threesome (Okay)
That bitch gave me head, but I couldn't even cum
Watch me run

[Chorus]
I'm a lover and a fighter, plus a killer, yeah (Plus a killer, yeah)
Strictly about violence, when we serve up in ya section, yeah
We kept 'em back ends, them choppas clappin', them killers dangerous
Them traps jumpin' them fiends fiendin', them phone's rangin'
I'm a lover and a fighter, plus a killer, yeah (Plus a killer, yeah)
Strictly about violence, when we serve up in ya section, yeah
We kept 'em back ends, them choppas clappin', them killers dangerous
Them traps jumpin' them fiends fiendin', them phone's rangin'

[Bridge]
Woah, that's that murder talk (Murder talk)
Woah, it's that murder talk (It's that murder talk)
Hold on, wait, hold on, wait, it's that murder walk (Murder walk)
Hold on, wait, it's that murder walk

[Verse 2]
Every killer that I rode with, them niggas dangerous
Shoot a nigga close range, don't need to aim it (Don't need to aim it)
Black bags, toe tags, I leave 'em brainless (Yeah)
Ain't nothin' I ain't did in these streets, bet you can name it
I'm ATK, we spin they block, we'll send out plenty shots
Rudeboy, Don Dada, he got two Glocks
He's a mad man, you don't know who finna drop
He's a bad man, thug life, he feel like 2Pac

[Chorus]
I'm a lover and a fighter, plus a killer, yeah (Plus a killer, yeah)
Strictly about violence, when we serve up in ya section, yeah
We kept 'em back ends, them choppas clappin', them killers dangerous
Them traps jumpin' them fiends fiendin', them phone's rangin'
I'm a lover and a fighter, plus a killer, yeah (Plus a killer, yeah)
Strictly about violence, when we serve up in ya section, yeah
We kept 'em back ends, them choppas clappin', them killers dangerous
Them traps jumpin' them fiends fiendin', them phone's rangin'

[Outro]
That murder talk, ouuh, it's that murder talk
Ouuh, it's that murder talk
Hold on, wait, hold on, wait, it's that murder walk (Bang)