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city morgue - no bitch* lyrics

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[intro]
oh my god, ronny

[verse 1: zillakami]
heater make you freeze up (ay), i can’t believe ya’ (chill)
n+ggas wanna be us (okay), can’t get the secret
sauce or the formula (what’s up?), i bet i wet ’em up
make them sing like orchestra (yeah), i hit ya’ vertebra (yeah, yeah)
i’ma run it back, touch down, i never fumble passes (okay)
i’ma run it back and then sell i ya’ granny acid (what’s up?)
got your baby mama and your main chick shakin’ asses (okay)
four+four, pass it, hit ’em, turn to [?]

[chorus: zillakami]
i got like one b+tch (yeah), two pits (yeah)
i pour ’bout three bricks to zone six (huh)
i got like four whips with no dents (yeah)
so if it don’t make sense, don’t make sense (huh)
i got like one b+tch, two pits (yeah)
i pour ’bout three bricks to zone six (okay)
i got like four whips with no dents (huh)
so if it don’t make sense, don’t make sense (okay, okay, okay)

[verse 2: sosmula]
mula!
met your b+tch the first day, i swear i just doggy hit it (slime)
i don’t get searched, tuck a shirt, got my forty+fifth in (no+no)
mst drip, it just mix with the maury lenses
b+tch suck my d+ck, now she switch her whole story different (f+ck outta here)
double quarter brickin’ (work), water whippin’, audi engine (work)
big tec, .40 glisten (blaow), diamonds wet like h+rny b+tches
i don’t call the feds (no+no), all them n+ggas dead (b+tch)
game four at the net (mula), chainsaw to your head (b+tch)
what you know about settin’ shop out your auntie house? (work)
got the fiends overdosin’ right on your auntie couch (work)
‘member me and woozy use to come through shootin’ sh+t (rrah)
sometimes you gotta k!ll a n+gga that you grew up with (mula!)
[chorus: zillakami]
i got like one b+tch (yeah), two pits (yeah)
i pour ’bout three bricks to zone six (huh)
i got like four whips with no dents (yeah)
so if it don’t make sense, don’t make sense (huh)
i got like one b+tch, two pits (yeah)
i pour ’bout three bricks to zone six (okay)
i got like four whips with no dents (huh)
so if it don’t make sense, don’t make sense (okay, okay, okay)



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