ZillaKami - Aw Shit lyrics
ZillaKami [Junius Rogers] New York. U.S.
[ZillaKami - Aw Shit lyrics]
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Aw, shit
Who came to the party on they nonsense?
(Okay) aw, shit, why you talkin' if
You don't want war, bitch?
(What's up?)
My cartridge filled up to the tip
Warlord shit (Huh?)
Aw, shit, my dick is chapped
I think I need some parchment (Huh)
Ayy, fuck that
(yeah) , we bangin' off wax (yeah)
You come into to my city
Wantin' lean, you gettin' taxed, uh
(Okay) fuck that
(Huh?) , bitch, I don't play tag (Okay)
You talking all that la-di da-di da
Get sprayed at
Young super soldier walkin' out
With super soakers (What?)
Like a pool party
We walk up and super soak ya (What?)
Greasy with the grease gun
Run up with the pole-a (Huh?)
Trappin' off the Tracfone, a yellow Motorola
(Huh?)
Aw, shit
Who came to the party on they nonsense?
(Okay) aw, shit, why you talkin' if
You don't want war, bitch?
(What's up?)
My cartridge filled up to the tip
Warlord shit (Huh?)
Aw, shit, my dick is chapped
I think I need some parchment (Okay)
Pull up on the kid, I might
Pull up at your crib, huh
Pull up on the kid, tie him up and do a bid
Huh might shoot up your spot, see the
Cops and jump the fence, uh
Might shoot up your block, see the
Opps and let it rip, huh
(Okay, okay) face off, hit ten, hide the HK
SK splitting both ways like the bitch gay
We spray, we don't catch fades
We hear the AK
We don't need you livin' anyway 'cause
You don't get us paid
Aw, shit
Who came to the party on they nonsense?
(Okay) aw, shit, why you talkin' if
You don't want war, bitch?
(What's up?)
My cartridge filled up to the tip
Warlord shit (Huh?)
Aw, shit, my dick is chapped
I think I need some parchment (Huh? Huh?)
Ayy, fuck that
(yeah) , we bangin' off wax (yeah)
You come into to my city
Wantin' lean, you gettin' taxed, uh
(Okay) fuck that
(Huh?) , bitch, I don't play tag (Okay)
You talking all that la-di da-di da
Get sprayed at
Young super soldier walkin' out
With super soakers (Okay)
Like a pool party
We walk up and super soak ya (What's up?)
Greasy with the grease gun
Run up with the pole-a (Huh?)
Trappin' off the Tracfone, a yellow Motorola
(Huh? Huh?)
Aw, shit
Who came to the party on they nonsense?
(Okay) aw, shit, why you talkin' if
You don't want war, bitch?
(What's up?)
My cartridge filled up to the tip
Warlord shit (Huh?)
Aw, shit, my dick is chapped
I think I need some parchment (Huh)
Ayy, fuck that
(yeah) , we bangin' off wax (yeah)
You come into to my city
Wantin' lean, you gettin' taxed, uh
(Okay) fuck that
(Huh?) , bitch, I don't play tag (Okay)
You talking all that la-di da-di da
Get sprayed at
Young super soldier walkin' out
With super soakers (What?)
Like a pool party
We walk up and super soak ya (What?)
Greasy with the grease gun
Run up with the pole-a (Huh?)
Trappin' off the Tracfone, a yellow Motorola
(Huh?)
Aw, shit
Who came to the party on they nonsense?
(Okay) aw, shit, why you talkin' if
You don't want war, bitch?
(What's up?)
My cartridge filled up to the tip
Warlord shit (Huh?)
Aw, shit, my dick is chapped
I think I need some parchment (Okay)
Pull up on the kid, I might
Pull up at your crib, huh
Pull up on the kid, tie him up and do a bid
Huh might shoot up your spot, see the
Cops and jump the fence, uh
Might shoot up your block, see the
Opps and let it rip, huh
(Okay, okay) face off, hit ten, hide the HK
SK splitting both ways like the bitch gay
We spray, we don't catch fades
We hear the AK
We don't need you livin' anyway 'cause
You don't get us paid
Aw, shit
Who came to the party on they nonsense?
(Okay) aw, shit, why you talkin' if
You don't want war, bitch?
(What's up?)
My cartridge filled up to the tip
Warlord shit (Huh?)
Aw, shit, my dick is chapped
I think I need some parchment (Huh? Huh?)
Ayy, fuck that
(yeah) , we bangin' off wax (yeah)
You come into to my city
Wantin' lean, you gettin' taxed, uh
(Okay) fuck that
(Huh?) , bitch, I don't play tag (Okay)
You talking all that la-di da-di da
Get sprayed at
Young super soldier walkin' out
With super soakers (Okay)
Like a pool party
We walk up and super soak ya (What's up?)
Greasy with the grease gun
Run up with the pole-a (Huh?)
Trappin' off the Tracfone, a yellow Motorola
(Huh? Huh?)