| New York to | |
| LondonWe're | |
| International, baby | |
| Thara, Jay | |
| SeanThara, reserved, | |
| Jay Sean, reserved | |
| We got a banger, let's club | |
| M U R D E | |
| R, you are | |
| Girl, you're murder | |
| Boy, you're murder | |
| M U R D E | |
| R, you are | |
| Girl, you're murder | |
| Boy, you're murder | |
| That girl is murder, she's a 187 | |
| Her looks are her weapon | |
| Eh, oh, eh, oh, eh, oh | |
| That boy is murder, he's a 187 | |
| No other man can step to him | |
| Eh, oh, eh, oh, eh, oh | |
| Yo, oh, there's this girl | |
| I know, she's so incredible | |
| Talking that type that make a man wanna sell his soul | |
| Treat her just like a queen, make you give up everything | |
| This girl is murdering me | |
| Step one, erase all the girls on my phone | |
| Two, give up everything that | |
| I ownThree, don't even see my boys no more | |
| No, no, no, no, no | |
| Four, got me doing dishes with my apron on | |
| Five, sending mixtapes with my favorite songs | |
| Six, somebody tell me what's goin' on | |
| Man, I don't know | |
| That girl is murder, she's a 187 | |
| Her looks are her weapon | |
| Eh, oh, eh, oh, eh, oh | |
| That boy is murder, he's a 187 | |
| No other man can step to him | |
| Eh, oh, eh, oh, eh, oh | |
| M U R D E | |
| R, you are | |
| Girl, you're murder | |
| Boy, you're murder | |
| No, no, no, no, no | |
| He's the reason that | |
| I'm in this place | |
| That I swore | |
| I'd never be | |
| And the way that | |
| I'm acting 'round | |
| My girls hittin' on me | |
| Now I don't care what my daddy said | |
| And that's what's killing me | |
| Even though, there just tryna save me | |
| But I don't need that anymore | |
| That girl is murder, she's a 187 | |
| Her looks are her weapon | |
| Eh, oh, eh, oh, eh, oh | |
| That boy is murder, he's a 187 | |
| No other man can step to him | |
| Eh, oh, eh, oh, eh, oh | |
| Boy, I don't know, this is unusual | |
| How you got me chasing you | |
| Not keeping my average but the chemistry's automatic | |
| Slowly I'm losing myself but | |
| I don't want no help | |
| We're meant to be with murderers | |
| That girl is murder, she's a 187 | |
| Her looks are her weapon | |
| Eh, oh, eh, oh, eh, oh | |
| That boy is murder, he's a 187 | |
| No other man can step to him | |
| Eh, oh, eh, oh, eh, oh | |
| M U R D E | |
| R, you are | |
| Baby girl, you're murder | |
| Boy, you're murder | |
| Baby don't you know you're | |
| M U R D E | |
| R, you are | |
| Girl, you're murder | |
| Boy, you're murder | |
| You should really know you're | |
| And I don't know why | |
| I put up with you' | |
| Cause you're murder, baby | |
| You're murder, baby' | |
| Cause you're murder, lady | |
| Oh, you're murder boy, yeah | |
| Murder, murder, that's what you are |