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wardog anthem - city morgue lyrics

[chorus: zillakami]
these n-gg-s throwing b’s up, thinking that they bloodin’
n-gg-s throwing c’s up, calling you they cousin
n-gg-s holding guns up that only hold a dozen
call of duty clips lil’ n-gg-, no russian, ay
it’s lil chainsaw, now go and act hard
it’s lil nascar, now go and skrrt off
it’s lil chainsaw, now go and act hard
it’s lil nascar, now go and skrrt off

[verse 1: sosmula]
i put the work in the oil, them bricks of cocaine all just turn into b-tter (work)
my wrist in the bowl, when n-gg-s is broke, the pennies all turn into hunnids (racks)
watch who you serving, these n-gg-s be ratting, they trapping, and work undercover (f-ck out of here)
my n-gg-s can’t find you, my n-gg-s is liable to slide through and murder your brother (blat!)
tie up your girl, shoot up your dog, the grips on the burner be rubber (blow!)
splash on the grill, bukkake in ya face, mula should squirt on your mother (slap)
city morgue be the gang, n-gg-
mbf cause i’m blood
ran off too many times on the plug (f-ck out of here)
ain’t paying sh-t back that’s a dub (f-ck out of here)
infrared beams, on them machines, ain’t no such thing as the love
you feel like i owe you, you n-gg-s ain’t local, you p-ssy, come take it in blood

[bridge: zillakami]
it’s the wardogs, what?
breaking leashes, never called off, what?
in the wounds, rip the gauze off, what?
world war like it’s warsaw
i grab the war saw rest
it’s the wardogs, what?
breaking leashes, never called off, what?
in the wounds, rip the gauze off, what?
world war like it’s warsaw
i grab the war saw rest

[verse 2: sosmula]
banana clip, i got the gun in my briefs (blow)
look out n-gg- i’m the one on the east (blow)
catch me i shoot you under the seat (blow)
[?] under the seat
13 years old is when i jumped in the street
p-ssy -ss rapper don’t call no police (f-ck out of here)
thats why my n-gg- be f-cking your niece (sl-t)
let me up bursting busting her cheeks
b-tch i’m blood, you startled
[?]
wanna f-ck, cause she h-rny (sl-t)
double cups in the morning
pour up, private numbers, baby mother blow my trap phone (f-ck out of here)
mac chrome, crack dome, break your backbones (blat!)

- city morgue lyrics

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