BUAKAW City Morgue
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[Intro: ZillaKami]
Yung Germ
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What? (Okay)
[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Run like the bitch you are
You the type to always need a gun, like the bitch you are
You the type to be my fuckin' son, like the bitch you are
Niggas actin' hard but never swung, like the bitch you are
You are just a bitch, you are (Okay)
[Verse 1: ZillaKami]
I created your whole life, you better call me papa (Okay)
Too bad you be gettin' sneakers off of Alibaba (Wassup?)
I be in your bitch's room doin' the helicopter (Huh?)
I don't understand you, I'm hearin' radda-radda (Haha)
Ayy, I'm the clean up kid, now tell me where the messes is (Okay)
And when I arrive, I'm arriving violent (Okay)
Got the five percent tints on the JDM (What?)
Right-hand drive on the whip, you'll get strangled in
Makin' blood chokes (Hey), like a noose rope (Hey)
Throwin' elbows (What?), like the Thai folk (What?)
I'm makin' blood chokes (Hey), like a noose rope (Hey)
Faking high, I'm goin' low, you in a toe hold (Okay)
Yung Germ
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What? (Okay)
[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Run like the bitch you are
You the type to always need a gun, like the bitch you are
You the type to be my fuckin' son, like the bitch you are
Niggas actin' hard but never swung, like the bitch you are
You are just a bitch, you are (Okay)
[Verse 1: ZillaKami]
I created your whole life, you better call me papa (Okay)
Too bad you be gettin' sneakers off of Alibaba (Wassup?)
I be in your bitch's room doin' the helicopter (Huh?)
I don't understand you, I'm hearin' radda-radda (Haha)
Ayy, I'm the clean up kid, now tell me where the messes is (Okay)
And when I arrive, I'm arriving violent (Okay)
Got the five percent tints on the JDM (What?)
Right-hand drive on the whip, you'll get strangled in
Makin' blood chokes (Hey), like a noose rope (Hey)
Throwin' elbows (What?), like the Thai folk (What?)
I'm makin' blood chokes (Hey), like a noose rope (Hey)
Faking high, I'm goin' low, you in a toe hold (Okay)
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