(Intro – Spoken)(Female edgy raspy voice)
Yeah...
Young Money...
This that "she don't cry, she cut" type love
And she bled in ink...
Ugh...
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(Hook )
Murda mo Murda, yeah, she needed it
Heart got cold, now she bleedin’ it
Said “I ain’t write poems, I wrote eulogies”
She kept receipts like she keep jewelry
Murda mo Murda, body count therapy
Turned heartbreak into first-degree felony
A cold killa, stone soul
Testified — wrote it all in bold
"Yeah, it was Murda that I wrote"
Ugh
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(Verse 1 )
She was raised on sweet tea and trauma
Bible on the dresser, blade in her pajamas
Southern belle, hell in a sundress
Blue eyes cryin’, red stains on the gun press
Used to pray for peace — now she pray they run
Used to cry at night — now she aim for fun
Had a diary, traded that for a Glock
Now she got bars without punchin’ a clock
Abused and amused by pain
Now she laugh when it rains
Say “God ain’t listenin’, so I talk to the flame”
Her favorite color? Blood on her name
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(Hook – with ad-libs)
Murda mo Murda (uh-huh)
I need it like Carter needs syrup (sip)
Murda mo Murda, Murda
Yeah, she the author of murder
Cold killa (brrr)
Ice vein thriller
She stood up in court like, “Judge, let me finish”
“It was Murda that I wrote”
And she ain’t need no ghost
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(Verse 2 – Metaphor Madness)
She used to be sweet, now she venom in a sundae
Used to read Psalms, now she load up on gunplay
Daddy’s lil angel turned trigger-happy
Pistol in the purse, attitude real scrappy
She don’t fall in love, she make ‘em fall for real
Romanticize revenge like a Netflix reel
Gave her heart once, now it’s up for rent
Only rings she want come with fingerprints
Middle finger to heaven, devil in her text log
Said if hell’s home, she gon’ decorate the guest log
She ain’t cry no more, she got pride on E
Now she cold-blooded — like she bleed I.C.E.
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(Bridge )
She ain’t tryna be no bride
She was born to be the lesson they deny
If love was a weapon, hers backfired
Now her heart beat with barbed wire...
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(Final Hook – Intensified)
Murda mo Murda, said it calm and composed
Judge asked why — she just rose and froze
Said “Pain write better when it’s real in the chest”
“And Murda’s the only way I forget the rest”
Cold killa, stone script
She testified like it was her gift
She said, “Let the jury quote...”
"It was Murda that I wrote"
Ugh
Outro – Laugh + Spoken
Heh...
She don’t need no pen pal, she need bail
She don’t need no man, she need revenge
Young Money… and she spendin’ it in hell.
Tiffany Luthi 
