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Yukmouth - Godzilla lyrics
You niggas juss created a monsta fuck a Tampa I smoke ganja up in the Bahamas racin Yamaha jet skis money launderin like "Casa Blanca" luminate the concert aimin missile launchers he's crazy comet mentally disturbed Karma wit all drama I put that on my mama I'm down to hog tie my playa potna don't make me spray ya potna if you wanna save yo daughter nigga, give up the info and throw that plasticy mutha fucka out my limo wit three up in his temple the land where niggas pimp hoes big I do this for the streets of San Fransisco on down to South Central my speech too hard on the instrumental will get yo club shot up drugs get rocked up hustalas settin shop up runnin from coppas and helicopters pourin out Vodka for all my dead potnas and make me wanna drop my chopper and salute nigga put yo glocks in the air and salute nigga shoot only my first three times, nigga recoup ya'll niggas be bloops no, publishin givin the loot to your executive produce sellin bubble Lex coupes on loot beat yo bad bitches in daisy dukes poppin they cooch while my fuckin name is introduced 1,2,-1,2 clear my throat, check the mic 1,2 -1,2 How many mutha fuckas wanna smoke? Whatcha want do? I throw a tree full blunt into the crowd snatch a pile of money probably a thousand throw it in the crowd nigga now Big Poppa style while I used to be on Section 8 now it's shrimp and lobster now and livin like a Mobbsta now an niggas who snitched like Sammy "The Bulldog" a final, or Donny Brasco body found in the barrio wit quatro, cinco hallows up in Pablo a Tommyano killa but never shit across the Mobb though keep yo mouth closed we hold the fuckin code of silence juss give me great beats and violins my flow is violent cold as tyrannts hearin the po-po sirens live an direct, while you slide yo Vet niggas think it's real, but chill, it's only a cassette yes, gangsta shit to the fullest hollow tip bullets through yo chest had to dismiss a lot of fake niggas juss to make scrilla the industry be tryin to rape niggas but I'm a straight killa white as fuck like grade A gorilla the Mobb niggas used rob niggas fo, Hagan Das nigga keep a bribe wit her half a chicken up in a ride nigga fuck ya'll niggas I come stompin to eat 'em up like Godzilla short stoppin my scrilla, nigga my cheddar cheese celeberty let my nigga Pac rest in peace quit fightin know that God hate ugly niggas quit bitin so I shoot you in yo face buddy What you wanna do? I got crew killas from the midwest to New Jerus, on down to Baton Rouge niggas bangin screws the M-O-U crucifixates if you'se a trick hate go home and ask yo bitch how my dick taste. (How my dick taste) Nigga, M-O-U crucifixates if you'se a trick hate ask yo bitch how my dick taste. *(screaming)* Oh no! Oh no! He's alive! Godzilla's alive! Godzilla's alive! Oh no! You've gotta see it! This is John Jerry, this is John Jerry reporting from channel 4 news! You gotta see this! Call the president! Godzilla's alive! Call the president! Tell the president to call the Navy Seals! He's here, he's steppin on shit! He's crushing!.....Oh my god! Godzilla's alive! Oh you got to see this shit! Oh |
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