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city morgue – tourettes lyrics

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[intro: zillakami]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
w-ssup?
w-ssup?
w-ssup?
w-ssup, yeah

[chorus: zillakami]
[?] (yeah, yeah)
[?] (yeah, yeah)
six feet, boy, the devil doesn’t sleep (yeah, yeah)
[?] (yeah, yeah)
[?] (yeah, yeah)
six feet, boy, the devil doesn’t sleep (yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: sosmula]
mula!
s-o-s-a, tatted like an essay
swiss cheese barrel on the motherf-ckin’ sk
throw half a brick on a scale, like it’s dead weight (work!)
if i go back to jail, prolly be a fed case
going out like big meech, ain’t going under six feet (no no!)
and my plug from mexico, so we get the bricks cheap (fish scale!)
city morgue cartel, got it fa’ the 16 (work!)
got the c0ke popping in the pot, like it’s fish grease (work!)
n-ggas know the price (mula!)
f-ck a rap deal n-gga, brick of dope looks nice (f-ck outta here!)
get the ‘rari, n-gga, i don’t get the motorbikes (skrr!)
still in the trap, eating chicken over rice
getting rich overnight (mula!)
look, sosmula be bag chasin’ (facts)
only sell white like i’m mad racist (work!)
in a sports car, be drag racing (skrr!)
got more pumps than the gas station
ha, switch my trap up ’cause the feds watching (f-ck outta here)
soon the opps come back out we gon’ headshot ’em

[verse 2: zillakami]
[?]

[chorus: zillakami]
[?] (yeah, yeah)
[?] (yeah, yeah)
six feet, boy, the devil doesn’t sleep (yeah, yeah)
[?] (yeah, yeah)
[?] (yeah, yeah)
six feet, boy, the devil doesn’t sleep (yeah, yeah)