Lyrics City Morgue – Bukkake

SosMula:
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, these niggas straight hoes
Hol’ up, hol’ up, real bitches turn to fake hoes
Never cuff them bitches, we just choo choo train hoes

ZillaKami:
Yeah, I ain’t never scared to fucking air it out
Yeah, balling like I’m Allen, let me air it out
Yeah, what’s that in my coat? You already know
Hey, and you know my hoe is the centerfold

SosMula:
MST’s be sagging, nigga, I’m always strapped with that big 40
Serving niggas my gun now when they come and get them bricks off me
Swear to God, a real dope boy, all them old niggas ain’t got shit on me
Scrape it out that pot, nigga, it’s all in your wrist, shawty

ZillaKami:
My bitch cocaine, and she go both ways
I pull up on your block, just hoping I’ma catch a stain
And see what’s in my blunt, bitch, I’m smoking propane
And see what’s in ya blunt, bitch, you smoking rogain, bitch

ZillaKami:
I heard you niggas was talking all that tough stuff (Bop bop bop bop)
I heard you niggas was tryna hold your guns up

SosMula:
I heard ya niggas was gonna leave me wet, aye
But listen niggas, I’m sleeping with my TEC, aye

ZillaKami:
I heard you niggas was talking all that tough stuff (Bop bop bop bop)
I heard you niggas was tryna hold your guns up

SosMula:

I just put some money in your wifey pockets (Mula!)
She gon’ let me slide like it’s icey hockey (slide!)
Niggas jacket stain, never caught a body
My bitch ass is fake, I just bought her body

ZillaKami:
Yeah, yeah, aye
Bitch I keep the piece so I can keep the peace
Aye, like a brace face, metal on my teeth
Aye, young bitch got saliva dripping of my meat
Aye, like a pacemake she gon’ get the beats

SosMula:
All my fucking opps
All them niggas ‘Gram watching
Got too many racks
You see them rubber bands popping
Remember me from auntie crib
Bagging up and gram chopping
Now I’m ’bout the swipe life
Had to get the scams rockin’

ZillaKami:
Yeah, yeah
Dripping out the blunt, smoking straight wax
I’m sipping out the cup, tipping off thrax
And little bitch, I do not know your name, yeah
And little bitch, you’ll never be my main, yeah

ZillaKami:
I heard you niggas was talking all that tough stuff (Bop bop bop bop)
I heard you niggas was tryna hold your guns up

SosMula:
I heard ya niggas was gonna leave me wet, aye
But listen niggas, I’m sleeping with my TEC, aye

ZillaKami:
I heard you niggas was talking all that tough stuff (Bop bop bop bop)
I heard you niggas was tryna hold your guns up

SosMula:
I heard ya niggas was gonna leave me wet, aye
But listen niggas, I’m sleeping with my TEC, aye

Man, fuck wrong with these niggas, man?
You already know how we rockin’, man
Zillakami, SosMula, City Morgue, man
MBF, man
Don’t make me put them
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on your
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boy
Push a fuckin’ button on one of you niggas, nigga
Ayo, Zilla, pull up with that RPG, nigga
Blow your fuckin house up, nigga
That shit crazy