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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YungManny
YungManny
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emmanuel Okanlawon
Emmanuel Okanlawon
Composer
Samuel Joseph Ritter
Samuel Joseph Ritter
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Emmanuel Okanlawon
Emmanuel Okanlawon
Recording Engineer
Sjr Beats
Sjr Beats
Producer
King Trice
King Trice
Mastering Engineer
Obinna "Trice" Nwagbo
Obinna "Trice" Nwagbo
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, MurdaMan! (Ha, SJR Beats)
Murda, murda, murda (Ha), murda, murda, murda, MurdaMan! (Go)
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, MurdaMan! (I'm in that station, I'm on shits, ****)
Murda, murda (You know what's on my hip, ****)
Murda, murda, murda, murda, MurdaMan! (Uh)
[Verse 2]
MurdaMan! Watch me do my murder dance (Yup)
Oh, y'all said it's some richer ****?
We ain't never heard of them (Nope)
I'm tryna fuck somethin' (Rrrr), Where them birds at? (Huh?)
I want my shit wired, fuck that cash money, I ain't Birdman (Bitch)
Don't pay him no mind, he a certified bitch (Fasho!)
**** ain't on shit, **** ain't never hit
Come through your strip, I bet I send that shit (On God)
I bring that station to yo' city, **** (What?)
You a lil' ass boy, you don't got no motion, can't go hunnid, hunnid with me, **** (Never!)
Ridin' through Atlanta, **** (Whoop!)
This a seven hundred dollar Fanta, **** (Drank!)
Where yo' fuckin' manners, ****?
Wocko' Simone, Mr. 2 Flip Phone, more hoes than Santa, ****
Bro, God gave me like two or three lines of that Wock as soon as I landed, ****
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice and I'm blacker than eleven Gammas, ****
Soon as you step in this room, then I'm takin yo' phone, no close friends cameras, ****
Lil' shawty try speak on the Station, with no hesitation, I'm goin' to blam the ****, uh
Bitch, you look good as shit
You ain't never fuck with a young, rich ****, I'm a Naija Boy, lemme pop my shit (Uh)
I really bang shit, baby, lemme nut up on yo' face, close range shit (Yessir)
She know I'm a player, she hate it
Shawty hit my phone said, "You ain't shit!"
[Verse 3]
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, MurdaMan!
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, MurdaMan!
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, do my Murda dance
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, MurdaMan!
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, MurdaMan!
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, do my Murda dance
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, MurdaMan!
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda whoever fuckin' playin' (Station)
[Verse 4]
Hey Manny
Written by: Emmanuel Okanlawon, Samuel Joseph Ritter
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