This Shit Right Here (Demo) City Morgue
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[Intro]
Uh, Sleezy
Oh my God, Ronny
[Verse 1: SosMula]
(Mula)
Fuck the fame, I can't switch (No no), pussy niggas ain't this (Fuck outta here)
They ain't gang, gang shit (Brrah), red beam, can't miss (Blaow)
Adiós, gotta go (Mula), knock your soul out your clothes (Rrah)
Whippin' O's, out the bowl (Work), I get dough, I control (Mula)
Pull up in a Vanquish (Skrrt), flexin' with your main bitch (Slide)
Still sellin' 'caine bricks (Work), talking sign language (Mula)
I sell blow, lot of blow (Work), I'm Pablo, El Chapo (Work)
Tippie toe and prod it up (Mula), Dolce and Gabbana, ho (Splash)
Woah, woah, woah, woah, ride four deep like carpool (Skrrt)
Paint your block 'round like it's art school (Blaow)
Big Tommy Gun like a cartoon (Blaow)
Shoot niggas down with the harpoon (Rrah)
Niggas comin' home from upstate bids (Work)
Where the bricks at? Gotta take the kids (Work)
Where the bricks at? We gon' break your ribs (Mula)
[Chorus: ZillaKami]
In the Lamborghini, that's the getaway (Yeah)
Dual exhaust, the smoke be puffin' in your face (Yeah)
Niggas talk, they oh so frontin', okay
Niggas claim, "Oh so you banging?" You fake (Okay, okay, okay)
Uh, Sleezy
Oh my God, Ronny
[Verse 1: SosMula]
(Mula)
Fuck the fame, I can't switch (No no), pussy niggas ain't this (Fuck outta here)
They ain't gang, gang shit (Brrah), red beam, can't miss (Blaow)
Adiós, gotta go (Mula), knock your soul out your clothes (Rrah)
Whippin' O's, out the bowl (Work), I get dough, I control (Mula)
Pull up in a Vanquish (Skrrt), flexin' with your main bitch (Slide)
Still sellin' 'caine bricks (Work), talking sign language (Mula)
I sell blow, lot of blow (Work), I'm Pablo, El Chapo (Work)
Tippie toe and prod it up (Mula), Dolce and Gabbana, ho (Splash)
Woah, woah, woah, woah, ride four deep like carpool (Skrrt)
Paint your block 'round like it's art school (Blaow)
Big Tommy Gun like a cartoon (Blaow)
Shoot niggas down with the harpoon (Rrah)
Niggas comin' home from upstate bids (Work)
Where the bricks at? Gotta take the kids (Work)
Where the bricks at? We gon' break your ribs (Mula)
[Chorus: ZillaKami]
In the Lamborghini, that's the getaway (Yeah)
Dual exhaust, the smoke be puffin' in your face (Yeah)
Niggas talk, they oh so frontin', okay
Niggas claim, "Oh so you banging?" You fake (Okay, okay, okay)
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