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letra de this shit right here (demo) - city morgue

[intro]
uh, sleezy
oh my god, ronny

[verse 1: sosmula]
(mula)
f-ck the fame, i can’t switch (no no), p-ssy n-ggas ain’t this (f-ck outta here)
they ain’t gang, gang sh-t (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 b-tch (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 n-ggas down with the harpoon (rrah)
n-ggas 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)
n-ggas talk, they oh so frontin’, okay
n-ggas claim, “oh so you banging?” you fake (okay, okay, okay)
[verse 2: zillakami]
pull up on a oppa’, pass the chopper, turn them inside out (okay)
pull up on the house, in a aston, put it in your mouth (okay)
see me in the streets, money stickin’ to my cleats (wassup?)
got heaters, you want the beef, got reapers, you wanna leave (wassup?)
ayy, it’s z (yeah), turbo porsche cream (yeah)
stretch limousine, got the glock in my jeans (okay)
b-tch, i serve fiends, got the rocks in my sleeves (yeah)
b-tch, i flip p’s, cops outside, then leave (okay, okay, okay)

- city morgue

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