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