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City Morgue

Aw Shit

 

Aw Shit

(album: City Morgue Vol. 1: Hell Or High Water - 2018)


[Intro:]
24k

[ZillaKami:]
Aw shit, you came to the party on that nonsense
Aw shit, why you talking if you don't want war, bitch?
My cartridge fill up to the tip, warlord shit
Aw shit, my dick is jammed, I think I need some parchment

Ay, fuck that, we banging off wax
You coming to my city when you leave you getting taxed
Fuck that, bitch I don't play tag
You talking all that la di da di, da di, spray that
Young super soldier walking out with super soakers
Like a pool party, we walk up and super soak ya
Greasy with the grease gun, run up with the pole-a
Trapping off the trap phone, a yellow Motorola

Aw shit, you came to the party on that nonsense
Aw shit, why you talking if you don't want war, bitch?
My cartridge fill up to the tip, warlord shit
Aw shit, my dick is jammed, I think I need some parchment

Pull up on a kid
I might pull up at your crib
Pull up on a kid
Tie him up and do a bid
Might shoot up your spot
See the cops and jump the fence
Might shoot up your block
See the opps and let it rip
Face off, hit ten, hide the HK
SK splitting both ways like the bitch gay
We spray, we don't catchphrase, we hear the AK
We don't need you living anyway 'cause you don't get us paid

Aw shit, you came to the party on that nonsense
Aw shit, why you talking if you don't want war, bitch?
My cartridge fill up to the tip, warlord shit
Aw shit, my dick is jammed, I think I need some parchment

Ay, fuck that, we banging off wax
You coming to my city when you leave you getting taxed
Fuck that, bitch I don't play tag
You talking all that la di da di, da di, spray that
Young super soldier walking out with super soakers
Like a pool party, we walk up and super soak ya
Greasy with the grease gun, run up with the pole-a
Trapping off the trap phone, a yellow Motorola

done

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