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city morgue - bukkake كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: sosmula]
hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, these n-gg-s straight hoes
hol’ up, hol’ up, real b-tches turn to fake hoes
never cuff them b-tches, we just choo choo train hoes
me and zillakami, we just f-cked the same hoes

[verse 2: zillakami]
yeah, i ain’t never scared to f-cking air it out
yeah, balling like i’m allen, let me air it out
yeah, what’s that in my coat? you already know
hey, and you know my hoe is the centerfold

[verse 3: sosmula]
mst’s be sagging, n-gg-, i’m always strapped with that big 40
serving n-gg-s my gun now when they come and get them bricks off me
swear to god, a real dope boy, all them old n-gg-s ain’t got sh-t on me
scr-pe it out that pot, n-gg-, it’s all in your wrist, shawty

[verse 4: zillakami]
my b-tch cocaine, and she go both ways
i pull up on your block, just hoping i’ma catch a stain
and see what’s in my blunt, b-tch, i’m smoking propane
and see what’s in ya blunt, b-tch, you smoking rogain, b-tch

[chorus: zillakami and sosmula]
i heard you n-gg-s was talking all that tough stuff (bop bop bop bop)
i heard you n-gg-s was tryna hold your guns up
i heard ya n-gg-s was gonna leave me wet, aye
but listen n-gg-s, i’m sleeping with my tec, aye
i heard you n-gg-s was talking all that tough stuff (bop bop bop bop)
i heard you n-gg-s was tryna hold your guns up
i heard ya n-gg-s was gonna leave me wet, aye
but listen n-gg-s, i’m sleeping with my tec, aye

[verse 5: sosmula]
i just put some money in your wifey pockets (mula!)
she gon’ let me slide like it’s icey hockey (slide!)
n-gg-s jacket stain, never caught a body
my b-tch -ss is fake, i just bought her body

[verse 6: zillakami]
yeah, yeah, aye
b-tch i keep the piece so i can keep the peace
aye, like a brace face, metal on my teeth
aye, young b-tch got saliva dripping of my meat
aye, like a pacemake she gon’ get the beats

[verse 7: sosmula]
all my f-cking opps
all them n-gg-s ‘gram watching
got too many racks
you see them rubber bands popping
remember me from auntie crib
bagging up and gram chopping
now i’m ’bout the swipe life
had to get the scams rockin’

[verse 8: zillakami]
yeah, yeah
dripping out the blunt, smoking straight wax
i’m sipping out the cup, tipping off thraxx
and little b-tch, i do not know your name, yeah
and little b-tch, you’ll never be my main, yeah

[outro: sosmula (atop manic laughter)]
man, f-ck wrong with these n-gg-s, man?
you already know how we rockin’, man
zillakami, sosmula, city morgue, man
mbf, man
don’t make me put them mbs on your hills, boy
push a f-ckin’ b-tton on one of you n-gg-s, n-gg-
ayo, zilla, pull up with that rpg, n-gg-
blow your f-ckin house up, n-gg-
that sh-t crazy

- city morgue

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