City Morgue - Boogeyman lyrics

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(Mula) pull in the coupe
While I shoot up your school bus
Shoot up your school now
She know what she doin  (yeah)
She suck us, she fuck us
The bitch is disgusting
You love her you cuff her
The bitch is a buster (Slide)
Fuck these niggas kill them all
Let god sort them out (Blaow)
Lying with my 40 out (Blaow)
Left a brick at shorty house (Work)
Now all I got is 1 more opp now (Work)
Now all I got is 1 more re-up (Work)
Killed a quarter mill in weed yeah (Mula)
Cuban bitch her name Maria (Slide)
Yeah she help me pack my weed up
Yeah she helped me load my heater (Graah)
Hid the bodies in the freezer
Yeah she even tie my sneakers (Mula)
G wagon, I pull up
Lift like a Pull Up (Skrrt)
You don’t want no smoke with us
I don’t give a fuck who rolling up (No no)
Niggas could crack that coconut (Raah)
Niggas gon’ load that cobra up (Raah)
Niggas gon’ turn your soul to dust (Raah)
Pints of the lean I be pouring up (Work)
Big fat racks can’t fold it up (Mula)

I’m inside your crib uh (Huh, yeah)
Under the bed uh (Damn)
I’ma make you scared uh (yeah)
Then disappeared uh (yeah)
Bitch I’m always packing under the shirt
(Okay)
Bitch I’m never lacking even at church
(Uh, Uh, Wassup)

Hundred rounds and coolin’ kit
Like "nigga who you boolin’ with?"
(Okay, yeah) diamonds dance hulla wrist
30 Clip the big dick (yeah)
Take wrist makeshift
All resort to violence (Okay, Uh, Uh)
While your car is makeshift, my car exotic
(‘kay, okay, okay, okay)
Sell blow, get dough, buy new denim (Huh)
Get money, loose money, nah just kiddin
(Okay)
Trap phone, flip phones back-to back winnin’
(Damn, damn, damn, okay)
Hoes on hoes on bitches
(Damn, damn, damn, okay)