YungManny – MURDAMAN! (ft. Chief Keef) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

YungManny returns with the MURDAMAN! song again, this time with Chief Keef and a music video. The track was co-produced Kaleido & SJR Beats.

Yungmanny Murdaman

“MURDAMAN!” was originally released in March without Chief Keef, along with the Jake The Shooter-directed visuals to match. Manny has always been vocal about his respect and admiration for the “Love Sosa” rapper, and fans wasted no time petitioning to get Keef on the track when “MURDAMAN!” initially dropped.

YungManny – MURDAMAN! (ft. Chief Keef) (prod. Kaleido & SJR Beats)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder man (Ha)
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder man (Ha, go)
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder man (I’m in that station, I’m on shits, nigga)
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder man (You know what’s on my hip, nigga, uh)

[Verse 1]
Murder man, watch me do my murder dance (Yup)
Oh, y’all said some richer niggas?
We ain’t never heard of them (Nope)
I’m tryna’ fuck some (Grr)
Where them birds at? (Huh?)
I want my shit wired
Fuck that cash money, I ain’t bird man (Bitch)
Don’t pay no him no mind, he a certified bitch (Fasho)
Niggas ain’t shit, niggas ain’t ever hit
Come through your strip, I bet I send that shit (On God)
I bring that station to yo’ city nigga (What?)
You a lil’ ass boy, you don’t got no motion
Can’t go hunnid-hunnid with me, nigga (Never)

[Bridge]
Ridin’ through Atlanta, nigga (Whoop)
This a seven-hundred-dollar Fanta, nigga (Drank)
Where yo’ fuckin’ manners, nigga?
Wocko’ Simone, Mr. Two Flip Phone
More hoes than Santa, nigga

[Verse 2]
Bro God gave me like two of three lines of that Wock’ as soon as I landed, nigga
The blacker, the berry, the sweeter the juice and I’m blacker than 11 Gammas, nigga
Soon as you step in this room, then I’m taking yo’ phone
No close friend’s cameras, niggas
Lil’ shawty, try to speak on the station with no hesitation
I’m goin’ to blam’ the nigga
Uh, bitch you look good as shit
You ain’t never fuck wit’ a young rich nigga
I’m a Naija boy, let me pop my shit (Uh)
I really bang shit
Baby, let me nut up on yo’ face, close range shit (Ayy, yes sir)
She know I’m a player, she hate it
Shawty hit up my phone said, “You ain’t shit”

[Chorus]
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder man
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder man
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, do my murder dance
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder man
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder man
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder man
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, do my murder dance
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder man
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, whoever fuckin’ playin’

[Outro]
Hey man