Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BUAKAW, artist - City Morgue. Album song TOXIC BOOGALOO, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 30.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hikari-Ultra
Song language: English
BUAKAW |
| Yung Germ |
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| (Okay) |
| Run like the bitch you are |
| You the type to always need a gun, like the bitch you are |
| You the type to be my fuckin' son, like the bitch you are |
| Niggas actin' hard but never swung, like the bitch you are |
| You are just a bitch, you are- (Okay) |
| I created your whole life, you better call me «Papa"(Okay) |
| Too bad you be gettin' sneakers off of Alibaba (Wassup?) |
| I be in your bitches room doin' the helicopter (Huh) |
| I don’t understand you, I’m hearin' radda-radda (Ha-ha) |
| I’m the clean up king, now tell me where the messes is (Okay) |
| And when I arrive, I’ma rock a violin (Okay) |
| Got the five percent tints on the JDM (What?) |
| Right hand drive on the whip, you’ll get strangled in |
| Makin' blood chokes (Hey), like a noose rope (Hey) |
| Throwin' elbows (What?), like the Thai folk (What?) |
| I’m makin' blood chokes (Hey), like a noose rope (Hey) |
| Breakin' high, goin' low, you in a toad hole (Okay) |
| Run like the bitch you are |
| You the type to always need a gun, like the bitch you are |
| You the type to be my fuckin' son, like the bitch you are |
| Niggas actin' hard but never swung, like the bitch you are |
| You are just a bitch, you are- |
| (Sleezy) |
| Who told you dye your hair and get all those face tats? |
| (Fuck outta here) |
| All of my ideas, niggas try to take that (Wow) |
| My shooter got five years, he ain’t even say jack (No-no) |
| Bitch, this is my year, you can get your face cracked (Boom) |
| Just like a bitch you are, cryin' 'bout a bitch, nigga (Sleezy) |
| She gon' suck my dick tomorrow, I just fucked your bitch, nigga (Sleezy) |
| I just sold a brick of hard, I just got my big AR (Work) |
| Turn your face to mashed potato, who told you don’t hit too hard? |
| (Boom-boom-boom-boom) |
| This the KLEAN UP KREW, Tommy with a fuckin' dual (Sleezy) |
| If I don’t got my gun, bet you run, well, we got two (Fuck outta here) |
| This the KLEAN UP KREW, call me Mr. Twenty-two (Sleezy) |
| Take the clip out, right before a nigga gun butt you (Doo-doo-doo-doo) |
| Run like the bitch you are |
| You the type to always need a gun, like the bitch you are |
| You the type to be my fuckin' son, like the bitch you are |
| Niggas actin' hard but never swung, like the bitch you are |
| You are just a bitch, you are- (Okay) |
| Run like the bitch you are |
| You the type to always need a gun, like the bitch you are |
| You the type to be my fuckin' son, like the bitch you are |
| Niggas actin' hard but never swung, like the bitch you are |
| You are just a bitch, you are- |