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City Morgue - SK8 Head

SK8 Head

SK8 Head

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[Pre-Chorus: ZillaKami]
Yeah, ho, what's up?
Yeah, ho, what's up?
Yeah, ho, what's up?
Yeah, ho, what's up?

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Who cares who you with? Are you scared? You scared!
Who cares who you with? Are you scared? You scared!
I'll let the bodies stink the crib up, who cares? Who cares?
We'll leave it at that, motherfuckers, say your prayers

[Verse 1: SosMula]
Cooler than a new freezer, got my new heater
Little bitch, I'm the school shooter, you the school teacher
Lamborghini, it's a two-seater, fuck your new Beamer
Pouring out, in the 2-liter, pop a blue demon
Need my watch overflooded
And my Glock cold with custom
Look, it's not your discussion
Leave your top on concussion
Don't get shot over nothin'
Got the pot overflooded
Work busting out the boat
Like it's pots overboilin'
Go 'head and spill the beans
See, my dope be killing fiends
Stretch the work like limousines
.30 with the infra beam
And my bitch from Philippines
Pussy fresh like Listerine
Wash the money, Mr. Clean
PCP and nicotine
Bitch, I'm sleazy, I'm Big Sleeze, it's Big B
Don't you play me, fucking crazy, but bitch, please
Gon' turn your lady and your baby to Swiss cheese
We on that fuck shit, I should bag your stomach

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Who cares who you with? Are you scared? You scared!
Who cares who you with? Are you scared? You scared!
I'll let the bodies stink the crib up, who cares? Who cares?
We'll leave it at that, motherfuckers, say your prayers

[Verse 2: ZillaKami]
Aye, fuck that
We was in the trenches with the bitch
So getting fucked up with the pit
Mobbing down with Triple 6
Aye, fuck that
Fuck the opposition, fuck your kids
Fuck your gang and fuck your friends and any shit you niggas in
Aye, I got soldiers who send their souls up and doing hold-ups
Zilla, the head-splitter, the king cobra
I told ya, shoulda went to the store for pneumonia
Mask, gloves, beggars
Oh fuck... shit!
Slump and they come with that Glock in yo' stomach, bitch
Talk all that talk, be the cause or get cut, you bitch
Bow down 'fore you on a noose like yo' cousin
Bow down, nigga, ain't no peace, no discussion

[Pre-Chorus: ZillaKami]
Yeah, ho, what's up?
Yeah, ho, what's up?
Yeah, ho, what's up?
Yeah, ho, what's up?

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Who cares who you with? Are you scared? You scared!
Who cares who you with? Are you scared? You scared!
I'll let the bodies stink the crib up, who cares? Who cares?
We'll leave it at that, motherfuckers, say your prayers

 

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Autor tekstu:

ZilaKami, Sosmula

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Kompozytor:

Thraxx

Rok wydania:

11 Maja 2018

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