Murda chords by
Kid Ink
Kid Ink

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Key: Eb major
Intro 1
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I
Verse 1
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got a piece,
for all the drama
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Walking around like I'm president Obama
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Yeah you see me with a team,
deeper than the secret service
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Drop- drop- drop it down baby girl,
you know it's worth it
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Heard you looking for the shit,
go get some tissue
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Let's pay some bills,
pockets fatter than a Swisha
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It's Rocketshipshawty bout
to drop another missile
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Put this bottle to your lips baby
girl and french kiss it
You ain't innocent at all,
it's fucking murder
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Pour up, more shots in the burner, nah
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All I see is ass,
prolly looking so perverted
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Getting money is the crime,
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baby guilty is the verdict
(We up)
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Get higher
Verse 2
(Get high)
Get higher (Get high)
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Get higher (Get high)
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Get higher (Get high)
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You ain't innocent at all
Verse 3
It's, it's fucking murder
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Shots in the burner
Verse 4
More shots in the burner
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You ain't innocent at all
It's, it's fucking murder
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Shots in the burner
Verse 5
More shots in the burner
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The king had a dream, I think I'm living
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These haters sour cause
they're riding in the limit
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Heads to the sky, it ain't a limit
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But you gotta about a minute girl,
to make up a decision
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Is you rocking with the team,
or the opposition?
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Put you in the game,
just gotta play your position
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See you the baddest here,
ain't gotta hold a petition
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Playing with your straw,
I've been staring at you sipping
You ain't innocent at all,
it's fucking murder
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Turn up, more shots in the burner
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Saying that you're straight as an arrow,
I can turn you
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Baby ain't nobody flyer,
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I know you can feel the turbulence
(We up)
Verse 6
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Get higher (Get high)
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Get higher (Get high)
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Get higher (Get high)
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Get higher (Get high)
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You ain't innocent at
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all
It's, it's fucking murder
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Shots in the burner
Verse 8
More shots in the burner
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You ain't innocent at all
It's, it's fucking murder
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Shots in the burner
More shots in the burner
Verse 9
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No angels allowed
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Baby you ain't innocent,
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caught up in that whirlwind
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Molly in the evening,
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girls kissing girls, and
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I ain't here to judge at all,
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tryna get my twirl in
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Benefits of fucking with 'em,
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shitting on your girlfriends
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Woo! The party girls run the night, baby
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Hah, cause boring bitches ain't my type,
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ladies
Mix it up,
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I'm in the French vanilla white lady
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And got rich selling all this ice
ice baby
Murda, murda, shots coming
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from everywhere
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Glow in the dark,
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Don P's flowing heavy here (YUGH!)
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Another movie in the making
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Starring all these bitches,
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on these couches half naked
Outro 1
(Push)
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