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Yung Germ

Sleezy!
Bitch, I could buy you (F*ck outta here)
Put this stick inside you (Boom, boom)
Bitch, bitch I'm Ryu (Mula!)
Blood, free the guys still (Sleezy)
R.I.P the guys too (Woozy)
Shoot that nigga from the roof
That's a bird's-eye view (Boom, boom)
Oops, what did I do? (Mula!)
Get started shooting shit (Boom)
Kill a father and a kid (Boom, boom)
Keep your daughter in the crib (Boom, boom)
I pop revolvers in yo' rib (Boom, boom)
Walk up in the court room guilty like, "Your honor, yes I did" (Mula!)
Do a 100 years before I snitch, my mama raise me right (Rat!)

F*ckin' on yo' lady like, right in front yo' baby like (F*ck outta here)
Give me head, wipe me down, with yo baby's baby wipes
F*ckin' on yo' lady like, right in front yo' baby like (F*ck outta here)
She give me head, wipe me down, with yo baby's baby wipes (Mula!)

From the bottom of the grey caveback
Pushed out by the dirt from a nap
Take an entourage, go to follow a rat
Take in my slip, roll around your neck
Yo' bitch get facef*cked and face bust
Skarner drag with Phase Rush
Two shots causing no fuss
Make niggas so stiff, what
AK, AR custom might put red dots on both (Okay)
Picatinny rails, my optics fully zero-ed (Wassup?)
Point 'em, then yo' eyes widen like you sniffin' coke (Okay)
Pull the trigger, make you slump like you doin' dope (Okay)
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Yung Germ

Sleezy!
Bitch, I could buy you (F*ck outta here)
Put this stick inside you (Boom, boom)
Bitch, bitch I'm Ryu (Mula!)
Blood, free the guys still (Sleezy)
R.I.P the guys too (Woozy)
Shoot that nigga from the roof
That's a bird's-eye view (Boom, boom)
Oops, what did I do? (Mula!)
Get started shooting shit (Boom)
Kill a father and a kid (Boom, boom)
Keep your daughter in the crib (Boom, boom)
I pop revolvers in yo' rib (Boom, boom)
Walk up in the court room guilty like, "Your honor, yes I did" (Mula!)
Do a 100 years before I snitch, my mama raise me right (Rat!)

F*ckin' on yo' lady like, right in front yo' baby like (F*ck outta here)
Give me head, wipe me down, with yo baby's baby wipes
F*ckin' on yo' lady like, right in front yo' baby like (F*ck outta here)
She give me head, wipe me down, with yo baby's baby wipes (Mula!)

From the bottom of the grey caveback
Pushed out by the dirt from a nap
Take an entourage, go to follow a rat
Take in my slip, roll around your neck
Yo' bitch get facef*cked and face bust
Skarner drag with Phase Rush
Two shots causing no fuss
Make niggas so stiff, what
AK, AR custom might put red dots on both (Okay)
Picatinny rails, my optics fully zero-ed (Wassup?)
Point 'em, then yo' eyes widen like you sniffin' coke (Okay)
Pull the trigger, make you slump like you doin' dope (Okay)
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