Wicked
City Morgue, Zillakami, Sosmula
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(Is that Shoki on the beat?) (Hellsing) Yeah You might fold under pressure I can't be the one to be a ho, nigga, please stay silent Put a couple bullet holes in your stretcher You can't walk around when I'm in your town Come back I just want to talk to ya (what's up, ho?) I just want to talk to ya (what's up, ho?) I just want to talk to ya (what's up, ho?) I just want to talk to ya And I don't like y'all niggas for no reason And I'm tired of y'all f*ck niggas breathin' You snitch-ass niggas, y'all commitin' treason Make your leather red, just like it's killer season, bitch Who the f*ck you talkin' to your face? Push back 1ft buddy, that's an accolade They done gave me pain, turn it into lemonade And I can't say the same for you niggas Got some 5.56s in the bottom of the mag Told 'em if he see him just to up it when they pass Ain't gonna be no witnesses, so you don't need a mask Find some ghost guns in the bottom of the trash You might fold under pressure I can't be the one to be a ho, nigga, please stay silent Put a couple bullet holes in your stretcher You can't walk around when I'm in your town Come back I just want to talk to ya (what's up, ho?) I just want to talk to ya (what's up, ho?) I just want to talk to ya (what's up, ho?) I just want to talk to ya (ewok, ewok) I don't wanna talk to ya (no-no, no-no) I'ma put this fuckin' hawk in ya (doot-doot-doot-doot) I'ma pull up with Godzilla (vyoom-vyoom) Give you two, three shots like a bartender (bop, bop, bop, bop) Ah, burn the rubber, see the car fender (vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom) Word to mother off the hard liquor (splash, splash) Kill your mother, kill your godsister (doot-doot-doot-doot) Kill your brother, kill your pops, nigga (ewok) Gingerbread man, walkin' dead man (ewok, ewok, ewok) Watchin' out for the fed's van, I ain't scared, man (f*ck outta here) Bitch, I'm high like Meth' and Redman, suck my eggplant (splash, splash, splash) I ain't stoppin' at the dead end, pop him in his headband (no-no, doot-doot-doot-doot) You might fold under pressure I can't be the one to be a ho, nigga, please stay silent Put a couple bullet holes in your stretcher You can't walk around when I'm in your town Come back (good times) I just want to talk to ya (what's up, ho?) I just want to talk to ya (what's up, ho?) I just want to talk to ya (what's up, ho?) I just want to talk to ya
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Written by: David Pointer, Ian Zoric, Jay Gallo, Junius Rogers, Vinicius Sosa
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