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city morgue – boof pack 3 lyrics

[verse 1: zillakami]
alright i’m tired of these n#ggas always talking down on us
drag they dead bodies with a tow truck
alright i’m tired of these b#tches in the crib tryna f#ck
back then they was never ever loving us
tear the drop top down
pull up to your town
with a big ass stick
and a big ass hound
(dog) lay em to the ground
(dog) never be found
(dog) pocket knife whip out wardog stick out
eyes cut livers
leak out ?
drop on a witness we don’t take no pictures
my young boss(?) flippers lead them like atila
you aren’t already down? we don’t f#ck with you n#ggas

[bridge: zillakami]
ran up make your boy fall (n#gga man up)
ran down up and that pole (n#gga man up)
? it ain’t sh#t to let it go (n#gga man up)
? it ain’t sh#t to let it go (n#gga man up)

[verse 2: sosmula]
scr#p the pot, whip it with the b#tterknife (work!)
stab n#ggas up with my other knife (b#tch!)
my n#ggas coming home from upstate b#tch
heard you got them bricks duck tape the kids (gimme that!)
run around p#ssy with your head chopped off (blow!)
f#ck around n#gga get your head shot off (graaa!)
heard you ratted n#gga when the feds got ya (what!)
pull up in a rari call it red hotsauce (skrrr!)
say h#llo to my lil friend hoe (graaa!)
draco b#tch with the extendo (graaa!)
fake ass n#gga what set you claiming (f#ck outta here)
p#ssy ass n#gga had to pay his way in (mula!)

- city morgue lyrics

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