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shell gang - city morgue lyrics

[chorus: zillakami]
when we see that n-gga
we gon’ sleep that n-gga
we gon’ piece that n-gga
we gon’ lean that n-gga
kami, b-tch, get up
kami, b-tch, get up
kami, b-tch, get up
kami, b-tch, get up
when we see that n-gga
we gon’ sleep that n-gga
we gon’ piece that n-gga
we gon’ lean that n-gga
kami, b-tch, get up
kami, b-tch, get up
kami, b-tch, get up
kami, b-tch, get up

[verse 1: sosmula]
i’m comin’ to your block
[?] opps, we don’t box
call the cops, blow you type
you a b-tch like your b-tch
f-ck your b-tch, ayy, ayy, ayy
she suck my d-ck, slay, wait, wait, wait
bust down the love for my wrist, lit
diamonds all wet, they go drip, drip
try to rob me, you get hit quick
shoot the sh-t it go cl!ck, cl!ck
if i see that n-gga, boy, it’s on sight, n-gga
we don’t fist fight, n-gga
i’m with your b-tch like, n-gga

[verse 2: zillakami]
ayy, run up in your sh-t
i don’t trip, make you sick, ayy
f-ck up on your b-tch like i do it for revenge, ayy
swift with the wrist, n-gga, blades never miss, ayy
100 round clips pointed at the opposish, ayy
menance on ice
she look at me, she gon’ look at me twice
this ain’t a fade, i’m takin’ your life
this ain’t a ‘k, b-tch, this is a knife
ayy, yuh, f-ck her, l!ck her
little b-tch drink on the liquor
pull up on ya
murakami take a picture

[verse 3: balla bonds]
buh
ball, you know that boy balla a demon
love the clout, these b-tches be fiendin’ (brrah)
i don’t have to jack beef for no reason
when i say that sh-t came in, i mean it (i mean it)
most people try to put a end to me
or see me in the penitentiary (‘tentiary)
can’t let these n-ggas get to me (at all)
doing big things, know they sick of me
i’ve got faith in god so i’m praying (i’m praying)
young kid legend in the making (in the making)
720-8, know y’all been waitin’ (know y’all been waiting)
all this sh-t really my mom raisin’
i fought to be god (god)
back then on them blocks we be totin’ them chops (them chops)
i’ve been prayin’ a lot (a lot)
think i’m lookin’ for god, i nearly forgot (woah)
i went from trappin’ to rappin’
i go for the score so i aim for the basket
these n-ggas be hatin’ with p-ssion
they imitate me, all they do is actin’
they taking my phone so i switch it up
all these goofies, know i give it up
n-ggas mix it so i mix ’em up
f-ck these n-ggas they ain’t keepin’ up (at all)

[interlude: balla bonds]
so hard, hard, hard
yuh

[verse 4: balla bonds]
n-ggas ain’t pleading the fifth (woo!)
cook up the dope, she sniffin’, ooh, all on my d-ck
chop up the box (skrrt, skrrt)
skrrt up the block, then i dip (ayy)
f-ck with my pimp, scotty i’m pimpin’
[?] i’m sippin’
stuff up a lot, [?] i smoke white
[?] or she a [?]
lil’ mama hypnotized (she hypnotized)
she want a rockstar, slobbin’ on my kn-b, yuh
better not bike like corn on the cob, yuh
all of these b-tches be dyk-
[?] these b-tches on my mind
[?]

[outro]
ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
(gang gang, ow)
ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
(gang gang, ow)
huh

- city morgue lyrics

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