Boogeyman by City Morgue Lyrics
[Intro]
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[Verse 1: SosMula]
(Mula)
Pull in the coupe, I shoot up the school bus
[?], she know what she doing (Blaow)
She suck us, she fuck us, the bitch is disgusting
You love her, you cuff her, that bitch is a buster (Slide)
Fuck these niggas, kill 'em all, let God sort 'em out (Blaow)
Ride with my 40 out (Blaow), left a brick at shorty house (Work)
Now all I got is one more opp now (Work)
All I got is one more re-up (Work)
Burn a quarter mil' in weed up (Mula)
Cuban bitch, her name Maria (Slide)
Yeah, she help me bag my weed up
Yeah, she help me load my heater (Rrah)
Put 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 rollin' up (No no)
Niggas will crack that coconut (Rrah)
Niggas gon' load that Cobra up (Rrah)
Niggas gon' turn your soul to dust (Rrah)
Pints of the lean, I be pourin' up (Work)
Big fat racks, can't fold it up (Mula)
[Chorus: ZillaKami]
I'm inside your crib, uh (Huh?)
Under the bed, uh
I'ma make you scared, uh (Yeah)
Then disappear, uh (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm always packin' under the shirt (Okay)
Bitch, I'm never lackin', even in church (Wassup?)
[Verse 2: ZillaKami]
Hundred rounds and coolin' kit like nigga who you boolin' with? (Okay)
Diamonds dance, hula wrist, thirty clip, the big [?] (Yeah)
Take risks, make shit, I'll resort to violence (Okay)
Boy, your car is makeshift, my car exotic (Okay, okay, okay)
Sell blow, get dough, buy new denim (Huh?)
Get money, lose money, nah just kiddin' (Okay)
Trap off flip phones, back-to-back winnin' (Okay)
Hoes on, hoes on, hoes on bitches (Okay)
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[Verse 1: SosMula]
(Mula)
Pull in the coupe, I shoot up the school bus
[?], she know what she doing (Blaow)
She suck us, she fuck us, the bitch is disgusting
You love her, you cuff her, that bitch is a buster (Slide)
Fuck these niggas, kill 'em all, let God sort 'em out (Blaow)
Ride with my 40 out (Blaow), left a brick at shorty house (Work)
Now all I got is one more opp now (Work)
All I got is one more re-up (Work)
Burn a quarter mil' in weed up (Mula)
Cuban bitch, her name Maria (Slide)
Yeah, she help me bag my weed up
Yeah, she help me load my heater (Rrah)
Put 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 rollin' up (No no)
Niggas will crack that coconut (Rrah)
Niggas gon' load that Cobra up (Rrah)
Niggas gon' turn your soul to dust (Rrah)
Pints of the lean, I be pourin' up (Work)
Big fat racks, can't fold it up (Mula)
[Chorus: ZillaKami]
I'm inside your crib, uh (Huh?)
Under the bed, uh
I'ma make you scared, uh (Yeah)
Then disappear, uh (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm always packin' under the shirt (Okay)
Bitch, I'm never lackin', even in church (Wassup?)
[Verse 2: ZillaKami]
Hundred rounds and coolin' kit like nigga who you boolin' with? (Okay)
Diamonds dance, hula wrist, thirty clip, the big [?] (Yeah)
Take risks, make shit, I'll resort to violence (Okay)
Boy, your car is makeshift, my car exotic (Okay, okay, okay)
Sell blow, get dough, buy new denim (Huh?)
Get money, lose money, nah just kiddin' (Okay)
Trap off flip phones, back-to-back winnin' (Okay)
Hoes on, hoes on, hoes on bitches (Okay)