FACE LIFT City Morgue

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[Intro]
Yung Germ

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Face lift, I'ma rearrange your face (Okay)
If a nigga want war, pull up to his place (What's up?)
Boom-Boom, that's the sound of the AK (Okay)
Make room or you might just get a taste (What's up?)

[Verse: ZillaKami & SosMula]
Fireman, drop and roll ‘em (Huh?)
Flame thrower, fire ‘blowin (Huh?)
Suck dick, you a bitch in the function (Huh?)
Your face looks like you took a shit (Ha-ha)
I’m in the city, only four deep (Mula)
Three guns and my ‘motherfuckin boys eat (Sleezy)
I get ya and I’ma hit you with the .40 (Boom-boom)
Got three sluts, they wanna ‘fuckin have an orgy (Slide)
Chase Bank, you know my niggas straight ‘dumpin it (Racks)
Called up, AP they was ‘punchin it (Mula)
Drum with Rugers, got the cooler with the drum on it (Boom-boom)
Chanel baggy on my bitch, I got my gun in hand (Splat)
Bitch, I’m in the party with my stresser; what it do? (Okay)
And I fight too, who the fuck is scared of you? (What's up?)
Raise up, kill your crew (Huh?)
Laser, pshew-pshew (Huh?)
Bitch, I’m back ‘willin; I’m mad violent (Mula)
Hit ya with a glass bottle, you pass out (Fuck outta here)
Shoot you in yo back-pockets, got mad rockets (Boom-boom, Mula)
Shoot you in yo back-pockets, got mad rockets (Boom-boom, Sleezy)