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city morgue – tuna fish lyrics

[verse 1: sosmula]
mula!
we gun like the arms of popeye (blaow)
[?] (blaow)
that’s a chicken shot by (blaow)
him and him, fox 5 (blaow)
cnn, we don’t leave no witnesses (no no)
you n-ggas writin’ sentences (f-ck outta here)
you n-ggas ain’t ’bout really sh-t (b-tch)
i got banana, in my hammer, p-ssy that’s extended clip (rrah)
get the phantom, and my bands up, baby i ain’t rent this sh-t (skrr)
i got the swipers, and the scammers, crazy every chevy hit (work)
sellin’ bricks, i give him two for 80, then i reddi-wip (mula)

[chorus: sosmula]
mula slang a two brick (work), yeah i sell ’em two for six (work)
that’s 30 a piece, hit my jag i’m doin’ this (mula)
yeah i slide, [?] (skrr), you a slide, stupid b-tch (f-ck outta here)
yeah i’m prolly rude as sh-t (f-ck outta here), turn your face to tuna fish (rrah)
mula slang a two brick (mula), yeah i sell ’em two for six (work)
that’s 30 a piece, hit my jag i’m doin’ this (pull up)
yeah i slide, [?] (skrr), you a slide, stupid b-tch (f-ck outta here)
yeah i’m prolly rude as sh-t (slide), turn your face to tuna fish (mula)

[verse 2: zillakami]
run into the crowd, y’all rappers scared of your mosh pit (okay)
blowin’ up my phone, because it’s pleas you be coppin’ (w-ssup?)
pick the shorty up, and then i take the b-tch shoppin’ (yeah)
my pants is droppin’, now that b-tch is toppin’ (okay)
40 shots from the glock, make ’em bundle up (okay okay)
k!ll his date, in the wraith, make ’em huddle up (w-ssup w-ssup?)
leave his face, in his plate, make ’em cuddle up
f-ck the other stuff, make his brains, puddle up

- city morgue lyrics

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