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lirik lagu bust it (demo) – city morgue

[intro: zillakami]
okay, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch (yeah)
ayy, ayy, okay
yeah (okay), yeah (okay), yeah (okay)

[pre*chorus: zillakami]
k!ll a b*tch, cut your wrist, take a risk, ayy (okay)
put your gun on the ground, shoot your fist, ayy (okay)
k!ll a b*tch, take a risk, cut your wrist, ayy (okay)
put your gun on the ground, if i see it, better (okay)
[chorus: zillakami]
bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
bust it, bust it, if i see it, then you better (okay)
bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
bust it, bust it, if i see it, then you better, ayy

[interlude: zillakami & sosmula]
okay, okay, okay, okay
okay, okay, okay, okay (mula)

[verse 1: sosmula]
one day i’m bustin’ a tec, woah (mula)
shoot ya face off of ya neck, woah (mula)
pull up and stunt on my ex*ho (woo)
think you be bustin’ them tecs so (no)
rock the rollie with the slit wrist (mbf)
pockets stuffed with them big racks (work)
yeah, she stuck on this big sh*t (slide)
move the weight like a big b*tch (mula)

[verse 2: zillakami]
who are you talking so crazy at? (oh, yeah)
do not get smacked, where your lady at? (oh, yeah)
grippin’ the blade, i ain’t playing that (oh, yeah)
foot it the grave when you talkin’ back (yeah)
young alucard with the stick, b*tch (woah)
handle my blade like a grip, b*tch (woah)
leading the living to sickness (woah)
light up you jit like a bic, b*tch
[chorus: zillakami & sosmula]
bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
bust it, bust it, if i see it, then you better (okay)
bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
bust it, bust it, if i see it, then you better, ayy
(mula)

[verse 3: sosmula]
i’m bl**dy, ho, like i’m bl**dy o
break your face, bl**dy nose (baow)
shoot you right in your funny bone
poof, poof, straight dummy though
sh*ttin’ on these little hungry hoes (f*ck outta here)
never seen my money fold (cash)
swaggin’ in my bummy clothes
drippin’ on ’em like a runny nose (mula)

[verse 4: zillakami]
take your pain, wash away (yeah), in the rain, near the grave (yeah)
take the rope, let him hang (what?), take his clout and his fame
see, you got a gun, you better pull it ‘fore i slice you f*ckin’ up
moschino*steppin’ in the projects, never gave a f*ck

[interlude: scumbagchad]
this scumbagchad, n*gga
you know i got my msts on, f*ggot
f*ck all y’all n*ggas
f*ck the non*believers, suck my f*cking d*ck
i’m just k!lling babies
we out here, i don’t give a f*ck
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
sosmula and zillakami, f*ggot
we never f*ckin’ hesitate
you can run up on me with a f*cking blade
talk, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[chorus: zillakami]
bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
bust it, bust it, if i see it, then you better (okay)
bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
bust it, bust it, if i see it, then you better, ayy

[outro: zillakami]
if i see it then you better, ayy (yeah)
if i see it then you better, ayy (yeah)

- city morgue

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