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ZillaKami x SosMula - Caligula
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
City Morgue
City Morgue
Vocals
ZillaKami
ZillaKami
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Junius Rogers
Junius Rogers
Songwriter
Vinicius Sosa
Vinicius Sosa
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thraxx
Thraxx
Producer
MuddiGold
MuddiGold
Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

Thraxx Ayy, black metal clash in the pit (okay) When it blast, their heart in abyss (okay) Make that black metal cause an eclipse (what's up?) Hands on your back, lay your ass in a basket (what's up?) Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah (woo!) Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah (woo!) My face is always fucked up (okay) My teeth is always fucked up (okay) My knuckles always fucked up (what's up?) Fuck y'all, I don't talk to y'all (what's up?) Turn you to puddles and blast away Pull up, we rob with the mask away I just might take you to Hell today I just might take all your breath away Turn into Satan, they worship me (okay) Pray that they each better turn to me (okay) I just might take you to Hell today (yeah) I just might take all your breath away (what, what?) Hit that, split that, huh (okay) Niggas bust, I'm Caligula (damn, damn) Chip that wig cap, huh (okay) Niggas chose, I don't know what y'all on Ayy, black metal clash in the pit (okay) When it blast, their heart in abyss (okay) Make that black metal cause an eclipse (what's up?) Hands on your back, lay your ass in a basket (what's up?) Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah (woo!) Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah (woo!) Mula! Put a nigga mouth on the curb Throwin' dead bodies all out on the curb Smokin' on opps and the ounce of the herbs Got my weight up from the ounce of the birds (what?) All my ex-bitches saying, "I want to be friends still" See my wrist bust down, cold with the wind chill (splat) Straight up, I'ma shoot through your windshield I'ma pull up, I'ma spin you like a windmill Drop the top on the new Chevrolet Sipping on Wock, I don't do Perrier Fucking on ya thot, what I do everyday Getting to the guap, what I do everyday I don't need rap, I can move that yay Coke swimmin' in the pot like a blue stingray We can fist-fight, we can shoot that fade My little niggas wanna shoot, broad day Ayy, black metal clash in the pit (okay) When it blast, their heart in abyss (okay) Make that black metal cause an eclipse (what's up?) Hands on your back, lay your ass in a basket (what's up?) Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah (woo!) Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah (woo!) Black metal clash in the pit (okay) When it blast, their heart in abyss (okay) Make that black metal cause an eclipse (what's up?) Hands on your back, lay your ass in a basket (what's up?) Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah (woo!) Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah (woo!)
Writer(s): Junius Rogers, Vinicius Sosa, Bouabdallah Nehari Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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