City Morgue – Boof Pack 3 Lyrics
Artist: City Morgue
Song: Boof Pack 3
Aight, I’m tired of these n#gg#s always talkin’ down on us (Okay)
Drag they dead bodies with a tow truck
Aight, I’m tired of these b#tches, in the crib, tryna f#ck (Wassup?)
Back then, they was never ever lovin’ us
Until the drop top down (Huh?), pull up to your town (Huh?)
With a big #ss stick (Huh?), and a big #ss handle (Huh?)
I’ll lay ’em to the ground, dawg (Huh?), never be found, dawg (Huh?)
Pocket knife, whip out (Huh?), wardog, stick out (Huh?)
Ours cut livers (b#tch), leak out leakers (b#tch)
Drop on a witness, we don’t take no pictures (Yeah)
My young bulls flippers, lead them like Attila (Yeah)
You ain’t already down, we don’t f#ck with you n#gg#s (Nah)
Ran up, make your boy fold (n#gg#, man up)
Ran down, uppin’ that pole (n#gg#, man up)
Fire if it ain’t sh#t to let it go (n#gg#, man up)
Fire if it ain’t sh#t to let it go (n#gg#, man up)
Scrape the pot, whip it with the butter knife (Work)
Stab n#gg#s up, with my other knife (b#tch)
My n#gg#s comin’ home from West State bids
Heard you got them bricks, duct taped to kids (Gimme that)
Run around p#ss#, with your head chopped off (Blaow)
f#ck around n#gg#, get your head shot off (Rrah)
Heard you rat a n#gg# when the feds got y’all (Rat)
Pull up, in a Rari, color red hot sauce (Skrr)
Say “hello”, to my little friend hoe (Rrah)
Draco b#tch, with the extendo (Rrah)
Fake #ss n#gg#, what set you claiming? (f#ck outta here)
p#ss# #ss n#gg#, had to pay his way in (Mula)
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Release Year: 2018