Murda Murda

[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