| Godzilla with the microwave, cause a heatwave
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| Ziggler with the suplex slam, make the ground shake
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| Y’all do too much, feeling pain, you move too much
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| Proceed like sorry, not sorry
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| Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
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| All out war 'til you get it called off
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| Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
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| All out war 'til you get it called off
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| Look, I’m like Bob the Builder, bitch, with the big tool (T-t-t-trra)
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| 30 hanging out, like niggas used to skip school (Trra)
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| R.I.P. |
| Woozy, I’m the nigga you can live through (R.I.P.)
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| Yeah, the big blood with his motherfuckin' wrist blue
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| Tell papi through the mail, he could send the bricks through
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| Got a addy for the touchdown when they get through (What)
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| Pussy boy, kill that noise, I’m that boy, get who?
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| Listen, you a bitch, lil' nigga, I’m a pit bull
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| Drop a location, pull up on him, check his temperature
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| 'Cause when we bump heads, make sure you got that energy (Grra)
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| I’ma leave them punks dead, pourin' out that Hennessy
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| Niggas in the trunk dead, niggas can’t remember me
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| Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
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| All out war 'til you get it called off
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| Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
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| All out war 'til you get it called off
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| Let’s fade away
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| Into the rain
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| Don’t entertain
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| What they cannot relate
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| Little black glass, addicted to sellin' dime sacks (Okay)
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| Pedal down fast, I’m speedin', can’t take my time back (What's up)
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| If you ride with 'em then go ahead and die with 'em
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| You was happy 'til you against me (Yeah)
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| Came to the conclusion that you hidin' from shit
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| Because ya' mans' mysteriously be dyin' and shit
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| And that revenge, y’all niggas ain’t never take none
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| Dead friends, that’s why I never make none (Yeah)
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| Godzilla with the microwave, cause a heatwave
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| Ziggler with the suplex slam, make the ground shake
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| Y’all do too much, feeling pain, you move too much
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| Proceed like sorry, not sorry
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| Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
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| All out war 'til you get it called off
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| Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
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| All out war 'til you get it called off |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 33rd Blakk Glass, artist - City Morgue. Album song CITY MORGUE VOL 1: HELL OR HIGH WATER, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп