Sk8 Head - City Morgue, ZillaKami, SosMula

Sk8 Head - City Morgue, ZillaKami, SosMula

Альбом
CITY MORGUE VOL 1: HELL OR HIGH WATER
Год
2018
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
151090

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Sk8 Head

City Morgue, ZillaKami, SosMula

Yeah, ho, what’s up?

Yeah, ho, what’s up?

Yeah, ho, what’s up?

Yeah, ho, what’s up?

Who cares who you with?

Are you scared?

You scared

Who cares who you with?

Are you scared?

You scared

I’ll let the bodies stink the crib up, who cares?

Who cares?

We’ll leave it at that, motherfucker, say your prayers

Cooler than the new freezer, got my new heater

Little bitch, I’m the school ****, you the school teacher

Lamborghini, it’s a two-seater, fuck your new Beamer

Pourin' up in the 2-liter, pop a blue demon

Need my watch overflooded

And my Glock Cobra-custom

Look, it’s not no discussion

Leave your top on concussion

Don’t get shot over nothin'

Got the pot overflooded

Work bustin' out the boat

Like it’s pots, soda bubblin'

Go 'head and spill the beans

See, my dope be killing fiends

Stretch the work like limousines

.30 with the infra beam

And my bitch from Philippines

Pussy fresh like Listerine

Wash the money, Mr. Clean

PCP and nicotine

Bitch, I’m Sleezy, I’m Big Sleeze, it’s big B’s

Don’t you play me, fucking crazy, but bitch, please

Gon' turn your lady and your baby to Swiss cheese

We on that fuck shit, I’ll shit-bag your stomach

Who cares who you with?

Are you scared?

You scared

Who cares who you with?

Are you scared?

You scared

I’ll let the bodies stink the crib up, who cares?

Who cares?

We’ll leave it at that, motherfucker, say your prayers

Ayy, fuck that

We was in the trenches with the bitch

So getting fucked up with the pit

Mobbing down with Triple 6

Ayy, fuck that

Fuck the opposition, fuck your kids

Fuck your gang and fuck your friends and any shit you niggas in

Aye, I got soldiers who sending souls up and doing hold-ups

Zilla, the head-splitter, the king cobra

I told ya, shoulda went to the store for pneumonia

Mask, gloves, beggars, oh fuck… shit!

Slump in the cut, put that Glock in yo' stomach, bitch

Talk all that talk, be the cause of concussion, bitch

Bow down 'fore you on the news like yo' cousin

Bow down, nigga, ain’t no peace, no discussion

Yeah, ho, what’s up?

Yeah, ho, what’s up?

Yeah, ho, what’s up?

Yeah, ho, what’s up?

Who cares who you with?

Are you scared?

You scared

Who cares who you with?

Are you scared?

You scared

I’ll let the bodies stink the crib up, who cares?

Who cares?

We’ll leave it at that, motherfucker, say your prayers

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