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Lyrify.me

Yukk 3.0 Demo by City Morgue Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2020

[Pre-Chorus: ZillaKami]
Yeah, ho, wassup?
Yeah, ho, wassup?
Yeah, ho, wassup?
Yeah, ho, wassup?

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Who cares who you with? Are you scared? You scared
Who cares who you with? Are you scared? You scared
I'll let the bodies stink the crib up, who cares? Who cares?
We'll leave it at that, motherfucker, say your prayers

[Verse 1: SosMula]
(Mula)
Cooler than the new freezer (Splash), got my new heater (Blaow)
Lil' bitch, I'm the school shooter, you the school teacher (Fuck outta here)
Lamborghini, it's a two seater, fuck your new Beamer (Skrr)
Pourin' up in the two liter (Work), pop a blue demon (Mula)
Need my watch overflooded (Bling), Glock, Cobra custom (Blaow)
Look it's not no discussion (Fuck outta here), leave your top on concussion (Rrah)
Don't get shot over nothing (Bitch), got the pot overflooding (Work)
Work busting out the pot like it's popped soda bubbling (Mula)
Go ahead and spill the beans (Rat)
See my dope be killing fiends (Work)
Stretch the work like limousines (Work)
30 with the infra beam (Blaow)
And my bitch from Phillipines (Slide)
Pussy fresh like Listerine (Splash)
Wash the money, Mr. Clean (Work)
PCP and nicotine (Mula)
Pussy ass nigga we'll flock you (Rrah)
Niggas thought I wasn't gangster (Fuck outta here)
Niggas be tuckin' they chains too (Gimme that)
Popping your top like a Pringle (Rrah)
Ri-ri-ride around the East in a matchbox, nigga (Skrr)
Thick ass bitch with the ass shots, nigga
Key-key load chain with the padlock, nigga (Mula)
Beat a nigga ass with a padlock, nigga (Bitch)
[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Who cares who you with? Are you scared? You scared
Who cares who you with? Are you scared? You scared
I'll let the bodies stink the crib up, who cares? Who cares?
We'll leave it at that, motherfucker, say your prayers

[Verse 2: ZillaKami]
Aight, fuck that
We was in the trenches with the bitch
So getting fucked up with the pit
Mobbing down with Triple 6
Aight, fuck that
Fuck the opposition, fuck your kids
Fuck your gang and fuck your friends and any shit you niggas in
Aye, I got soldiers who sending souls up and doing hold-ups
Zilla, the head-splitter, the king cobra
I told ya, shoulda went to the store for pneumonia
Mask, gloves, beggars, oh fuck, shit
Slump in the cut, put that Glock in yo' stomach, bitch
Talk all that talk, be the cause of concussion, bitch
Bow down 'fore you on the news like yo' cousin
Bow down, nigga, ain't no peace, no discussion

[Pre-Chorus: ZillaKami]
Yeah, ho, wassup?
Yeah, ho, wassup?
Yeah, ho, wassup?
Yeah, ho, wassup?
[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Who cares who you with? Are you scared? You scared
Who cares who you with? Are you scared? You scared
I'll let the bodies stink the crib up, who cares? Who cares?
We'll leave it at that, motherfucker, say your prayers