No Bitch City Morgue
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[Intro]
Oh my God, Ronny
[Verse 1: ZillaKami]
Heater make you freeze up (Ayy), I can't believe ya' (Yeah)
Niggas wanna be us (Okay)
Can't get the secret sauce or the formula (Wassup?)
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 (Wassup?)
Got your baby mama and your main chick shakin' asses (Okay)
Four-four, pass it, hit 'em, turn to molasses
[Chorus: ZillaKami]
I got like one bitch (Yeah?), two pits (Yeah)
I brought '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 bitch, two pits (Yeah)
I brought '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) (You motherfucka)
[Verse 2: SosMula]
(Mula)
Met your bitch the first day, I swear I just doggy hit it (Slide)
I don't get searched, tuck a shirt, got my forty-fifth in (No-no)
MST drip, it just mix with the Maury lenses
Bitch suck my dick, now she switch her whole story different (Fuck outta here)
Double quarter brickin' (Work), water whippin', Audi engine (Work)
Big TEC, .40 glisten (Blaow), diamonds wet like horny bitches
I don't call the feds (No-no), all them niggas dead (Bitch)
Game four at the net (Mula), chainsaw to your head (Bitch)
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' shit (Rrah)
Sometimes you gotta kill a nigga that you grew up with (Mula)
Oh my God, Ronny
[Verse 1: ZillaKami]
Heater make you freeze up (Ayy), I can't believe ya' (Yeah)
Niggas wanna be us (Okay)
Can't get the secret sauce or the formula (Wassup?)
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 (Wassup?)
Got your baby mama and your main chick shakin' asses (Okay)
Four-four, pass it, hit 'em, turn to molasses
[Chorus: ZillaKami]
I got like one bitch (Yeah?), two pits (Yeah)
I brought '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 bitch, two pits (Yeah)
I brought '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) (You motherfucka)
[Verse 2: SosMula]
(Mula)
Met your bitch the first day, I swear I just doggy hit it (Slide)
I don't get searched, tuck a shirt, got my forty-fifth in (No-no)
MST drip, it just mix with the Maury lenses
Bitch suck my dick, now she switch her whole story different (Fuck outta here)
Double quarter brickin' (Work), water whippin', Audi engine (Work)
Big TEC, .40 glisten (Blaow), diamonds wet like horny bitches
I don't call the feds (No-no), all them niggas dead (Bitch)
Game four at the net (Mula), chainsaw to your head (Bitch)
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' shit (Rrah)
Sometimes you gotta kill a nigga that you grew up with (Mula)
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