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NECK BRACE
City Morgue, ZillaKami & SosMula
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(Thraxx) It goes, it goes, it goes One, two, three, four, death (b*****s, wassup, wassup? It goes, it goes, it goes It goes, it goes, it goes One, two, three, four, death (b*****s, wassup, wassup? It goes, it goes, it goes It goes, it goes, it goes Make 'em break like a fake chain (Okay) ***** b*****s so cheap like an AK (Wassu Buddy-buddy, I don't wanna be your homie (Okay) Free man, mother****er, call me Riley (Wassup) Berserk, and you Guts to a God Hand (Huh?) Now your face getting kicked like a kickstand (Huh?) Pull up with the blade in my left hand (Huh?) Right hand, got a box like a mailman (Okay, alright) Lil' Ziploc chillin' on a matchbox (Uh) Hunnid clip off the hip, keep the shells hot (Uh) Lil' Zilla got the Devil in a headlock (What?) Lil' Zilla got the Devil in a leglock (What?) Sure, them b*****s gave 'em lines of the Karo (Wassup) Watch the boy pour it up in his Faygo (Okay) Got the blade, oh, where your ****in' face go? (Okay, it goes, it goes, it goes) One, two, three, four, death (b*****s, wassup, wassup? It goes, it goes, it goes It goes, it goes, it goes One, two, three, four, death (b*****s, wassup, wassup? It goes, it goes, it goes It goes, it goes, it goes (Mula) Put a rap game in a headlock (**** outta here) If I want a b***h chain, get your head shot (Gimme that) Yeah, I still gang bang on the dead opps (Boom) ****, I still slang 'caine, **** a fed watch (Wor Hangin' out the back window with extendos (Skrrt) Pistol whip you with it 'til I break the pistol (Boom) I'ma get you, I'll hit you with a missile (Boom) Run up, close range, I can't miss you (Boom, boom) Pull up, location, what's the issue? (Where you at?) Your girl sucked my d**k then she went and kissed you (Slide) ****, I'm a hothead like a Spitfire (No, no) With these sticks we'll pop shit then it get quiet (**** Blow a hundred K a month, that's a rich diet (Mula) Smoke a pound every day, I don't get higher (Work) No cosigns to a d**k rider (**** outta here) I'ma shoot that b***h if they get by us (Mula, it goes One, two, three, four, death (b*****s, wassup, wassup? It goes, it goes, it goes It goes, it goes, it goes One, two, three, four, death (b*****s, wassup, wassup? It goes, it goes, it goes It goes, it goes, it goes Seog ti ,seog ti ,seog ti Seog ti ,seog ti ,seog ti Seog ti ,seog ti ,seog ti
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