Then it's, then it's something, then it's, then it's
Murder
[Verse 5]
I hope you got hit by the boogie
They keep it all under my bed
Our mouth goes in, got the money
Move it, move it all under my bed
[Verse 6]
Oh, my pops used to say I'm a chumpy
They keep it all under my bed
Them girls and I can't fight it
And it's something I can put in my head
[Verse 7]
I hope you got hit by the boogie
But that was justified by the pay
Our mouth goes in, got the money
Move it, move it all under my bed
[Verse 8]
I truly hope you got hit by the boogie
That'd be the fee of my pay
Then it gets funny, do you feel me?
Then it's, then it's something, then it's, then it's
Murder
[Verse 9]
Murder
[Verse 10]
Move it, move it all under my bed
Under my bed
Then it's, then it's something, then it's, then it's
Murder
Written by: Antoine Toustou, Arnaud De Bosredon, Arnaud de Bosredon Combrailles, Charles Delaporte, Hugues Payen de la Garanderie, Paul-Marie Barbier, Sonia Fernandez Velasco
