| Pull up on the kid, I might pull up at your crib, huh
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| Pull up on the kid, tie him up and do a bid, huh
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| Might shoot up your spot, see the cops and jump the fence, uh
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| Might shoot up your block, see the opps and let it rip, huh (Okay, okay!)
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| Face off, hit ten, hide the HK
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| SK splitting both ways like the bitch gay
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| We spray, we don’t catch fades, we hear the AK
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| We don’t need you livin' anyway 'cause you don’t get us paid
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| Aw shit, who came to the party on they nonsense? |
| (Okay!)
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| Aw shit, why you talkin' if you don’t want war, bitch? |
| (What's up?)
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| My cartridge filled up to the tip, warlord shit (Huh)
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| Aw shit, my shit gets chapped, I think I need some parchment
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| (Huh, huh)
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| Ay, fuck that (Yeah), we bangin' off wax (Yeah)
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| You come into to my city wildin' you getting taxed, uh (Okay)
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| Fuck that (Huh?), bitch I don’t play tag (Okay)
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| You talking all that la-di-da-di-da, get sprayed at
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| Young super soldier walkin' out with super soakers (What?)
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| Like a pool party, we walk up and super soak ya (What?)
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| Greasy with the grease gun, run up with the pole-a (Huh?)
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| Trappin' off the trap phone, a yellow Motorola (Huh?) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Aw Shit , by - City Morgue. Song from the album CITY MORGUE VOL 1: HELL OR HIGH WATER, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп