| Yeah, ho, what’s up?
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| Yeah, ho, what’s up?
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| Yeah, ho, what’s up?
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| Yeah, ho, what’s up?
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| Who cares who you with? |
| Are you scared? |
| You scared
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| Who cares who you with? |
| Are you scared? |
| You scared
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| I’ll let the bodies stink the crib up, who cares? |
| Who cares?
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| We’ll leave it at that, motherfucker, say your prayers
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| Cooler than the new freezer, got my new heater
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| Little bitch, I’m the school ****, you the school teacher
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| Lamborghini, it’s a two-seater, fuck your new Beamer
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| Pourin' up in the 2-liter, pop a blue demon
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| Need my watch overflooded
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| And my Glock Cobra-custom
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| Look, it’s not no discussion
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| Leave your top on concussion
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| Don’t get shot over nothin'
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| Got the pot overflooded
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| Work bustin' out the boat
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| Like it’s pots, soda bubblin'
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| Go 'head and spill the beans
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| See, my dope be killing fiends
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| Stretch the work like limousines
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| .30 with the infra beam
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| And my bitch from Philippines
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| Pussy fresh like Listerine
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| Wash the money, Mr. Clean
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| PCP and nicotine
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| Bitch, I’m Sleezy, I’m Big Sleeze, it’s big B’s
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| Don’t you play me, fucking crazy, but bitch, please
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| Gon' turn your lady and your baby to Swiss cheese
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| We on that fuck shit, I’ll shit-bag your stomach
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| Who cares who you with? |
| Are you scared? |
| You scared
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| Who cares who you with? |
| Are you scared? |
| You scared
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| I’ll let the bodies stink the crib up, who cares? |
| Who cares?
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| We’ll leave it at that, motherfucker, say your prayers
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| Ayy, fuck that
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| We was in the trenches with the bitch
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| So getting fucked up with the pit
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| Mobbing down with Triple 6
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| Ayy, fuck that
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| Fuck the opposition, fuck your kids
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| Fuck your gang and fuck your friends and any shit you niggas in
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| Aye, I got soldiers who sending souls up and doing hold-ups
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| Zilla, the head-splitter, the king cobra
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| I told ya, shoulda went to the store for pneumonia
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| Mask, gloves, beggars, oh fuck… shit!
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| Slump in the cut, put that Glock in yo' stomach, bitch
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| Talk all that talk, be the cause of concussion, bitch
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| Bow down 'fore you on the news like yo' cousin
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| Bow down, nigga, ain’t no peace, no discussion
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| Yeah, ho, what’s up?
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| Yeah, ho, what’s up?
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| Yeah, ho, what’s up?
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| Yeah, ho, what’s up?
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| Who cares who you with? |
| Are you scared? |
| You scared
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| Who cares who you with? |
| Are you scared? |
| You scared
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| I’ll let the bodies stink the crib up, who cares? |
| Who cares?
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| We’ll leave it at that, motherfucker, say your prayers |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sk8 Head, artist - City Morgue. Album song CITY MORGUE VOL 1: HELL OR HIGH WATER, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп