Murda chords and lyrics - KID INK

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[Intro 1]
[D]
[Eb][D]
[Eb][D]
[Eb]I[D]

[Verse 1]
[Eb]got a piec[D]e,
for all the drama
[Eb]Walking [D]around like I'm president Obama
Yeah you see me [Eb]with [D]a team,
deeper than the secret service
Drop- drop- [Eb]drop it [D]down baby girl,
you know it's worth it
Heard you looking [Eb]for [D]the shit,
go get some tissue
Let's [Eb]pay some b[D]ills,
pockets fatter than a Swisha
[Eb]It's [D]Rocketshipshawty bout
to drop another missile
Put this [Eb]bottle to your [D]lips baby
girl and french kiss it
You ain't innocent at all,
it's fucking murder
[Eb]Pour [D]up, more shots in the burner, nah
[Eb]All I see is a[D]ss,
prolly looking so perverted
Getting money [Eb]is t[D]he crime,
baby guilty is [Eb]the verdict[D]
(We up)
[Eb]Get [D]higher

[Verse 2]
(Get high)
Get higher (Get high)
[Eb]Get higher [D](Get high)
[Eb]Get [D]higher (Get high)
You ain't [Eb]innocent at [D]all

[Verse 3]
It's, it's fucking murder
[Eb]Shots in the [D]burner

[Verse 4]
More shots in the burner
[D]You ain't [Eb]innocent [D]at all
It's, it's fucking murder
[Eb]Shots in the b[D]urner

[Verse 5]
More shots in the burner
[D]The king had a dream, I think I'm living
[Eb]These haters sour [D]cause
they're riding in the limit
[Eb]Heads to the [D]sky, it ain't a limit
But you [Eb]gotta about [D]a minute girl,
to make up a decision
Is you [Eb]rocking with [D]the team,
or the opposition?
[Eb]Put you in t[D]he game,
just gotta play your position
See you the [Eb]baddest [D]here,
ain't gotta hold a petition
[Eb]Playing with your [D]straw,
I've been staring at you sipping
You ain't innocent at all,
it's fucking murder
[Eb]Turn [D]up, more shots in the burner
Saying [Eb]that [D]you're straight as an arrow,
I can turn you
Baby ain't [Eb]nobody [D]flyer,
I know you can feel [Eb]the turbulence[D]
(We up)

[Verse 6]
Get [D]higher (Get high)
[Eb]Get [D]higher (Get high)
[Eb]Get [D]higher (Get high)
[Eb]Get higher [D](Get high)
You ain't [Eb]innocent [D]at

[Verse 7]
all
It's, it's fucking murder
[Eb]Shots in the b[D]urner

[Verse 8]
More shots in the burner
[D]You ain't [Eb]innocent [D]at all
It's, it's fucking murder
[Eb]Shots in the burne[D]r
More shots in the burner

[Verse 9]
No angels [D]allowed[Eb]
[D]Baby you ain't innocent,
caught up in that [Eb]whirlwind
[D]Molly in the evening,
girls kissing [Eb]girls, and
[D]I ain't here to judge at all,
tryna get my [Eb]twirl in
[D]Benefits of fucking with 'em,
shitting on your [Eb]girlfriends
[D]Woo! The party girls run the night, [Eb]baby
[D]Hah, cause boring bitches ain't my [Eb]type,
[D]ladies
Mix it up,
I'm in the French vanilla [Eb]white lady
[D]And got rich selling all this ice
ice baby
Murda, murda, shots coming
from every[Eb]where
[D]Glow in the dark,
Don P's flowing heavy [Eb]here [D](YU[Eb]GH!)[D]
Another movie in the [Eb]making
[D]Starring all these bitches,
on these couches half [Eb]naked

[Outro 1]
(Push)
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