Lyrics City Morgue – In The Dirt
Text:
ZillaKami:
Thraxx
Uh
Face down, in the dirt (Okay)
Pull up and I snatch your mom’s purse (Huh?)
All that talkin’s gonna get a kid hurt, right now (Yeah)
Why you walkin’ ’round like you’re safe?
I don’t even know you, nigga
Why the fuck you gettin’ all up in my space? (Okay)
Shotgun, knock back your date
And I dare that you pull up, I’ve been waiting just to see your fuckin’ face (Huh?)
Got the 13’s all over the place
You ain’t gang, you a lame
You don’t bang what I bang, get out the way (Huh?)
13’s all over the place
You ain’t gang, you a lame
Boy, that’s just a fuckin’ game, I don’t play (Huh?)
Like a 6-6-6 (Yeah)
Cauldrons and frogs on my big witch shit (Yeah)
Fuck a fat girl on my big bitch shit (Yeah)
With a 30 in the clip, on my big dick shit (Huh?)
Face down, in the dirt
All that talkin’s gonna get a kid hurt, right now
Pull up and I snatch your mom’s purse
All that talkin’s gonna get a kid hurt, right now
SosMula:
Sleezy!
Dead man walkin’ (Fuck outta here)
Fag face talkin’ (Fuck outta here)
Clean up crew, pussy I’m the clean up guy (Boom boom)
Put a bullet hole, nigga right between your eye (Boom boom)
Big bankroll, off of dope heads (Work)
Blue water, wrist rocks, Saint Tropez (Splash)
Lil’ Spanish bitch, I call her Jenny Lopez (Slide)
Crash the Rari truck, I don’t got a moped (Skrr, skrr)
Bitch straight up, get your ribs shanked up (Bitch)
Get sprayed up (Boom), pussy niggas ain’t tough (Boom boom)
Heard you bankrupt (Fuck outta here), I just got the Brinks truck (Skrr)
Keep your chain tucked, hunnid shot, paint up (Boom boom)
ZillaKami:
Face down, in the dirt
All that talkin’s gonna get a kid hurt, right now
Pull up and I snatch your mom’s purse
All that talkin’s gonna get a kid hurt, right now