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city morgue – boof pack 2 lyrics

[verse 1: sosmula]
mula!
b#tch, i love to pop [?] (pow)
let me f#ckin’ pop a xan (graow)
see the [?] (skrr)
b#tches see me, drop they panties (graow)
f#ck these n#ggas, they style on you (f#ck outta here)
shoot broad day with the household full
let it rain whole hunnid shots on you (blaow!)
gotta bang it out even when the cops on you (blaow!)
heard about you, you little cop caller (b#tch!)
look lil’ b#tch, i’m a mad baller
left wrist cook and the pot boiler (work)
cook it all down to the hot oil (work)
i’m servin’ fiends on the regular (work)
percs and the lean, i’ma measure ’em (work)
load a 16 in the heckler (blaow!)
red beams at your chest like the predator (mula!)

[open verse]

[verse 2: zillakami]
ayy, you don’t know about where i’m from (whats up)
you don’t know about where i be (whats up)
you don’t know about the cold nights with the pills on like fifteen deep (okay)
you don’t know about keepin’ it g (whats up)
you don’t know about lacing the weed (whats up)
you don’t know about godzilla
b#tch top splitter, it’s young thirteen (okay)
clip with that stick, p#ssy, they run up but never equip
let it rip with that grip, p#ssy, they run up and they get it flipped, boy
y’all just talkin’ sh#t, boy, banger on my hip, boy
this ak hold sixty, n#gga, you is big [?]

- city morgue lyrics

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