Текст песни V12 - City Morgue , SosMula

Uh, Sleez
The streets ain't made for everybody
Uh, Sleez, Sleez, ayy, uh, uh
Mula

It go ching-ching, and my wrist so bling-bling
And my bitches ling-ling, and she lick my ding ling
Legend like Bruce Springsteen, bullets they go ding-ding
Your body, it go bing-bing, on my way to Sing Sing
It go, it go "Skrrt, skrrt", it go, it go "Skrrt, skrrt"
Hit me on the chirp-chirp if you want that work-work
It go, it go "Skrrt, skrrt", it go, it go "Skrrt, skrrt"
Hit me on the chirp-chirp if you want that work-work

Row, row, row your boat down a bloody river
I got boat loads of coke, dope, I'm a money-getter
You as broke as a joke, nah, you a funny nigga
I'm the chrome-clapper, bones shatter when the dummies hit ya
Nigga, you's a Pop-Tart, you ain't let your Glock spark
You ain't ever chop hard, or ran from a cop car
Two Adderalls got Sleezy with the lockjaw
Hoppin' out the Beamie, I'ma hit 'em with the chop saw
All you see is pale horses, guns like the Air Force's
Know they upside down every time I wear a cross
All you see is pale horses, guns like the Air Force's
Know they upside down every time I wear a cross

It go ching-ching, and my wrist so bling-bling
And my bitches ling-ling, and she lick my ding ling
Legend like Bruce Springsteen, bullets they go ding-ding
Your body, it go bing-bing, on my way to Sing Sing
It go, it go "Skrrt, skrrt", it go, it go "Skrrt, skrrt"
Hit me on the chirp-chirp if you want that work-work
It go, it go "Skrrt, skrrt", it go, it go "Skrrt, skrrt"
Hit me on the chirp-chirp if you want that work-work