Came to your door, now we run through your house
We send shots, made him bleed, now there's blood on the floor
Then we killed his mom and his grandma, we emptied the house
Line em up, now they're down at the morgue
When baby with me she real sweet till we get inside the bedroom, that's when she turned to a whore
There ain't no savior for me, it's in 7th grade that I realized that there ain't no Lord
I ain't been feeling real patient When I'm sipping down the bottle, don't chase it
Keep making music, won't make it
Think of all the time and money you've wasted
You looking cold, have a blanket
Every time you get a chance, boy, you fake it
If my life was a movie, X-rated R.I.P. to Dolph little belated
This coke, it ain't cheap, now don't re-rock when I shoot on jam
How you know that's my Key Glock
I don't trust my friends, all these doors that I keep locked
I won't support the FEDs, shootin if they knock
Think, all the mouths that I fed, same people turn around and wishing me dead
But there's a lot more to be said
I f*ck with the 808, shout out to Ted
Came to your door, now we run through your house
We send shots, made him bleed, now there's blood on the floor
Then we killed his mom and his grandma, we emptied the house
Line em up, now they're down at the morgue
When baby with me she real sweet till we get inside the bedroom, that's when she turned to a whore
There ain't no savior for me, it's in 7th grade that I realized that there ain't no Lord
I ain't been feeling real patient
When I'm sipping down the bottle, don't chase it
Keep making music, won't make it
Think of all the time and money you've wasted
You looking cold, have a blanket
Every time you get a chance, boy, you fake it
If my life was a movie, X-rated R.I.P. to Dolph little belated
This coke, it ain't cheap, now don't re-rock when I shoot on jam
How you know that's my Key Glock
I don't trust my friends, all these doors that I keep locked
I won't support the FEDs, shootin if they knock
Think, all the mouths that I fed, same people turn around and wishing me dead
But there's a lot more to be said
I f*ck with the 808, shout out to Ted
CHRISCO - Morgue Lyrics
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Came to your door, now we run through your house
We send shots, made him bleed, now there's blood on the floor
Then we killed his mom and his grandma, we emptied the house
Line em up, now they're down at the morgue
When baby with me she real sweet till we get inside the bedroom, that's when she turned to a whore
There ain't no savior for me, it's in 7th grade that I realized that there ain't no Lord
I ain't been feeling real patient When I'm sipping down the bottle, don't chase it
Keep making music, won't make it
Think of all the time and money you've wasted
You looking cold, have a blanket
Every time you get a chance, boy, you fake it
If my life was a movie, X-rated R.I.P. to Dolph little belated
This coke, it ain't cheap, now don't re-rock when I shoot on jam
How you know that's my Key Glock
I don't trust my friends, all these doors that I keep locked
I won't support the FEDs, shootin if they knock
Think, all the mouths that I fed, same people turn around and wishing me dead
But there's a lot more to be said
I f*ck with the 808, shout out to Ted
Came to your door, now we run through your house
We send shots, made him bleed, now there's blood on the floor
Then we killed his mom and his grandma, we emptied the house
Line em up, now they're down at the morgue
When baby with me she real sweet till we get inside the bedroom, that's when she turned to a whore
There ain't no savior for me, it's in 7th grade that I realized that there ain't no Lord
I ain't been feeling real patient
When I'm sipping down the bottle, don't chase it
Keep making music, won't make it
Think of all the time and money you've wasted
You looking cold, have a blanket
Every time you get a chance, boy, you fake it
If my life was a movie, X-rated R.I.P. to Dolph little belated
This coke, it ain't cheap, now don't re-rock when I shoot on jam
How you know that's my Key Glock
I don't trust my friends, all these doors that I keep locked
I won't support the FEDs, shootin if they knock
Think, all the mouths that I fed, same people turn around and wishing me dead
But there's a lot more to be said
I f*ck with the 808, shout out to Ted
We send shots, made him bleed, now there's blood on the floor
Then we killed his mom and his grandma, we emptied the house
Line em up, now they're down at the morgue
When baby with me she real sweet till we get inside the bedroom, that's when she turned to a whore
There ain't no savior for me, it's in 7th grade that I realized that there ain't no Lord
I ain't been feeling real patient When I'm sipping down the bottle, don't chase it
Keep making music, won't make it
Think of all the time and money you've wasted
You looking cold, have a blanket
Every time you get a chance, boy, you fake it
If my life was a movie, X-rated R.I.P. to Dolph little belated
This coke, it ain't cheap, now don't re-rock when I shoot on jam
How you know that's my Key Glock
I don't trust my friends, all these doors that I keep locked
I won't support the FEDs, shootin if they knock
Think, all the mouths that I fed, same people turn around and wishing me dead
But there's a lot more to be said
I f*ck with the 808, shout out to Ted
Came to your door, now we run through your house
We send shots, made him bleed, now there's blood on the floor
Then we killed his mom and his grandma, we emptied the house
Line em up, now they're down at the morgue
When baby with me she real sweet till we get inside the bedroom, that's when she turned to a whore
There ain't no savior for me, it's in 7th grade that I realized that there ain't no Lord
I ain't been feeling real patient
When I'm sipping down the bottle, don't chase it
Keep making music, won't make it
Think of all the time and money you've wasted
You looking cold, have a blanket
Every time you get a chance, boy, you fake it
If my life was a movie, X-rated R.I.P. to Dolph little belated
This coke, it ain't cheap, now don't re-rock when I shoot on jam
How you know that's my Key Glock
I don't trust my friends, all these doors that I keep locked
I won't support the FEDs, shootin if they knock
Think, all the mouths that I fed, same people turn around and wishing me dead
But there's a lot more to be said
I f*ck with the 808, shout out to Ted
Writer: chris arrington
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