City Morgue - Bukkake lyrics

Woop, woop woop 'Ringe
Are you ready kids?

(Mula) hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
These niggas straight hoes (Fuck outta here)
Hol' up, hol' up
Real bitches turn to fake hoes (Huh?)
Never cuff them bitches
We just choo-choo train hoes (Choo, choo)
Me and ZillaKami
We just fucked the same hoes (Slide)

(Switch up) yeah, I ain't never scared to
Fucking air it out (Okay, okay)
Yeah, balling like I'm Allen
Let me air it out yeah, what's that in my
Coat? You already know (Wassup?)
Ayy, and you know my hoe is the centerfold

MSTs be sagging, nigga
I'm always strapped with that big 40 (Blaow)
Serving niggas
My gun out when they come and
Get them bricks off me (Pull up)
Swear to God, a real dope boy
All them old niggas ain't got shit on me
(Fuck outta here)
Scrape it out that pot, nigga
It's all in your wrist, homie

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 your blunt
Bitch, you smoking Rogain, bitch

I heard you niggas
Was talking all that tough stuff
(Boom boom boom boom) i heard you niggas
Was tryna hold y'all guns up
(Wassup, wassup?)
I heard y'all niggas was gonna leave me wet
Ayy
But listen niggas, I'm sleeping with my TEC
Ayy (Blaow)
I heard you niggas
Was talking all that tough stuff
(Boom boom boom boom) i heard you niggas
Was tryna hold y'all guns up (Okay, okay)
I heard y'all niggas was gonna leave me wet
Ayy (Fuck outta here)
But listen niggas, I'm sleeping with my TEC
Ayy (Blaow)

I just put some money in your wifey pockets
(Mula)
She gon' let me slide like it's icy hockey
(Slide)
Niggas jack a stain, never caught a body
(MBF)
My bitch ass is fake, I just bought her body

Yeah, yeah, ayy bitch, I keep the piece so
I can keep the peace (Okay, okay)
Aye, like a brace face, metal on my teeth
(Wassup, wassup?) aye, your bitch got saliva
Dripping off my meat
Aye, like a pacemake, she gon' get the beats

All my fucking opps
All them niggas Gram watching
Got too many racks
You see them rubber bands popping (Mula)
Remember me from auntie crib? Bagging
Up and gram chopping
Now, I'm 'bout the swipe life
Had to get the scams rockin' (Mula)

Yeah, yeah, dripping off the blunt
Smoking straight wax
I'm sipping out the cup, tipping off Thraxx
(Wassup?) and little bitch, I do not
Know your name, yeah, yeah
And little bitch, you'll never be my main
Yeah

I heard you niggas
Was talking all that tough stuff
(Boom boom boom boom) i heard you niggas
Was tryna hold y'all guns up
(Wassup, wassup?)
I heard y'all niggas was gonna leave me wet
Ayy
But listen niggas, I'm sleeping with my TEC
Ayy (Blaow)
I heard you niggas
Was talking all that tough stuff
(Boom boom boom boom) i heard you niggas
Was tryna hold y'all guns up (Okay, okay)
I heard y'all niggas was gonna leave me wet
Ayy (Fuck outta here)
But listen niggas, I'm sleeping with my TEC
Ayy (Blaow)
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 MBs
On your hills, boy, huh
Push the fuckin' button on one of you niggas
Nigga
Huh, ayo, Zilla, pull up with that RPG, nigga
Blow your fuckin' house up, nigga
Yeah, that shit wavy