paroles de chanson CYKA - ZillaKami , City Morgue , SosMula

Ryder, turn me up

Hello, bitch, I got a 'K like I'm a Soviet
Turn the lights off, push the button, kill the fucking switch
Doing donuts with my hand upon the rubber grip
Luger rounds with the blue up on the tip
I'm a Wardog, boy I get your boy tossed, boy
One false move will get you curb-stomped, boy
Before you can even get your words off, boy
Wanna start a war? Let's hit the boogaloo, boy

Hello, сука, hello, сука
Hello, сука, сука, блять-блядь
Hello, сука, hello, сука
Hello, сука, сука, блять-блядь

.40 make a nigga act right, all you see is black smoke
Like we smokin' crack pipes, hoppin' off the black bikes
Shot him in the back twice
Fucked your bitch last night
Hit a lick last night, yeah, nigga, that's right
Stomp niggas out in my new Balenci's
Me and Zilly like Ren and Stimpy
Two guns to your lungs, hit your kidneys
Two drums on the gun, that's some titties
Hello, bitch, hello, hello, bitch
We got metal clips, we got metal clips
Hello, сука, pray to Allah
Spray up your car, pay us no mind

Hello, сука, hello, сука
Hello, сука, сука, блять-блядь
Hello, сука, hello, сука
Hello, сука, сука, блять-блядь
Hello, сука, hello, сука
Hello, сука, сука, блять-блядь
Hello, сука, hello, сука
Hello, сука, сука, блять-блядь