City Morgue - BUAKAW lyrics
[City Morgue - BUAKAW lyrics]
Yung Germ what? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What? (Okay)
Run like the bitch you are
You the type to always need a gun
Like the bitch you are
You the type to be my fuckin' son
Like the bitch you are
Niggas actin' hard but never swung
Like the bitch you are
You are just a bitch, you are (Okay)
I created your whole life
You better call me papa (Okay)
Too bad you be gettin'
Sneakers off of Alibaba (Wassup?)
I be in your bitch's
Room doin' the helicopter (Huh?)
I don't understand you
I'm hearin' radda radda (Haha)
Ayy, I'm the clean up kid
Now tell me where the messes is (Okay)
And when I arrive, I'm arriving violent
(Okay)
Got the five percent tints on the JDM (What?)
Right hand drive on the whip
You'll get strangled in makin' blood chokes
(Hey) , like a noose rope (Hey)
Throwin' elbows
(What?) , like the Thai folk (What?)
I'm makin' blood chokes
(Hey) , like a noose rope (Hey)
Faking high, I'm goin' low, you in a toe hold
(Okay)
Run like the bitch you are
You the type to always need a gun
Like the bitch you are
You the type to be my fuckin' son
Like the bitch you are
Niggas actin' hard but never swung
Like the bitch you are
You are just a bitch, you are (Sleezy)
Who told you dye your hair and
Get all those face tats? (Fuck outta here)
All of my ideas, niggas try to take that
(Rat) my shooter got five years
He ain't even say jack (No no)
Bitch, this is my year
You could get your face cracked (Boom)
Just like a bitch you are
(Fuck outta here) , cryin' 'bout a bitch
Nigga (Sleezy)
She gon' suck my dick tomorrow
(Sleezy) , I just fucked your bitch
Nigga (Sleezy) i just sold a brick of hard
(Work) , I just got my big AR (Boom)
Turn your face to mashed potato
Who told you lil' bitch you hard?
(Boom boom boom boom) this the KLEAN UP KREW
(Boom)
Tell me what the fuck it do? (Sleezy)
If I don't got my gun, bet you run, well
We got two (Fuck outta here)
This the KLEAN UP KREW
(Boom) , call me Mr twenty-two (Sleezy)
Take the clip out
Right before a nigga gun butt you
(Doo doo doo doo)
Run like the bitch you are
You the type to always need a gun
Like the bitch you are
You the type to be my fuckin' son
Like the bitch you are
Niggas actin' hard but never swung
Like the bitch you are
You are just a bitch, you are (Okay)
Run like the bitch you are
You the type to always need a gun
Like the bitch you are
You the type to be my fuckin' son
Like the bitch you are
Niggas actin' hard but never swung
Like the bitch you are
You are just a bitch, you are
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What? (Okay)
Run like the bitch you are
You the type to always need a gun
Like the bitch you are
You the type to be my fuckin' son
Like the bitch you are
Niggas actin' hard but never swung
Like the bitch you are
You are just a bitch, you are (Okay)
I created your whole life
You better call me papa (Okay)
Too bad you be gettin'
Sneakers off of Alibaba (Wassup?)
I be in your bitch's
Room doin' the helicopter (Huh?)
I don't understand you
I'm hearin' radda radda (Haha)
Ayy, I'm the clean up kid
Now tell me where the messes is (Okay)
And when I arrive, I'm arriving violent
(Okay)
Got the five percent tints on the JDM (What?)
Right hand drive on the whip
You'll get strangled in makin' blood chokes
(Hey) , like a noose rope (Hey)
Throwin' elbows
(What?) , like the Thai folk (What?)
I'm makin' blood chokes
(Hey) , like a noose rope (Hey)
Faking high, I'm goin' low, you in a toe hold
(Okay)
Run like the bitch you are
You the type to always need a gun
Like the bitch you are
You the type to be my fuckin' son
Like the bitch you are
Niggas actin' hard but never swung
Like the bitch you are
You are just a bitch, you are (Sleezy)
Who told you dye your hair and
Get all those face tats? (Fuck outta here)
All of my ideas, niggas try to take that
(Rat) my shooter got five years
He ain't even say jack (No no)
Bitch, this is my year
You could get your face cracked (Boom)
Just like a bitch you are
(Fuck outta here) , cryin' 'bout a bitch
Nigga (Sleezy)
She gon' suck my dick tomorrow
(Sleezy) , I just fucked your bitch
Nigga (Sleezy) i just sold a brick of hard
(Work) , I just got my big AR (Boom)
Turn your face to mashed potato
Who told you lil' bitch you hard?
(Boom boom boom boom) this the KLEAN UP KREW
(Boom)
Tell me what the fuck it do? (Sleezy)
If I don't got my gun, bet you run, well
We got two (Fuck outta here)
This the KLEAN UP KREW
(Boom) , call me Mr twenty-two (Sleezy)
Take the clip out
Right before a nigga gun butt you
(Doo doo doo doo)
Run like the bitch you are
You the type to always need a gun
Like the bitch you are
You the type to be my fuckin' son
Like the bitch you are
Niggas actin' hard but never swung
Like the bitch you are
You are just a bitch, you are (Okay)
Run like the bitch you are
You the type to always need a gun
Like the bitch you are
You the type to be my fuckin' son
Like the bitch you are
Niggas actin' hard but never swung
Like the bitch you are
You are just a bitch, you are