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Germ & Shakewell – Garden Tomb Lyrics

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This is a single from GERM and SHAKEWELL’s collaborative project “KEVLAR MONEY BAGS”.

Garden Tomb Lyrics by Germ & Shakewell

[Intro: Germ]
I need a good one
Uh, uh, uh
Back from the dead, back from the dead
Woah, woah
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Refrain: Germ]
Back from the dead, I been busy
Lean, lean, Wock’ fuckin’ up my kidneys
I been walkin’ on water, don’t test me
Diamonds been bustin’, rocked up, no Whitney
Hold up, wait, slide me that semi
Ho, don’t hate, catch a shot from the fifty
I bet they runnin’, still, I’m in their city
Don’t you fall back, nigga, come get with me

[Chorus: Germ]
I been tuckin’, you better duck
I been druggin’, I’m out of luck
I been muggin’, they ain’t on nothin’
I bet he stutter when we up them guns
I been tuckin’, you better duck
I been druggin’, I’m out of luck
I been muggin’, they ain’t on nothin’
I bet he stutter when wе up them guns

[Verse 1: Germ]
Bitch, I done did it, I did it, I meant it
Been in that bitch, I did it off thе necklace
She like the P, she touchin’ on her breast
I bet when I leave, she gon’ give up that neck
Slid with my mobsters, Shameless the set
Pop a lil’ Oxy’, I be at my best
I could have pulled in this shit with a jet
I couldn’t stand ’em, puttin’ niggas to rest
I’m really out of my body, I’m never sorry
These niggas salty, they Lawry’s
Walked in this bitch head-to-toe in the Marni
Poppin’ my shit like it’s the paparazzi
Been ’bout some loyalty, Shameless the army
Runnin’ through mines, I’m tweakin’ all the time
Step, right foot firm, he planted
They wanted war, it’s a bet I’ma blam it
Movin’ unruly, I’m truly a nuisance
These niggas is doodoo, I can’t even lose them
These bitches is new to this, I think it’s ludacris
Why the fuck is you always on my dick?
Why the fuck these niggas splittin’ a stick?
Shoot from all sides like it’s Putin, lil’ bitch
Shameless the set, ask your bitch, it get lit
Shameless the set, ask your bitch, it get lit (Badshit)
[Refrain: Germ]
Back from the dead, I been busy
Lean, lean, Wock’ fuckin’ up my kidneys
I been walkin’ on water, don’t test me
Diamonds been bustin’, rocked up, no Whitney
Hold up, wait, slide me that semi
Ho, don’t hate, catch a shot from the fifty
I bet they runnin’, still, I’m in their city
Don’t you fall back, nigga, come get with me

[Chorus: Germ]
I been tuckin’, you better duck
I been druggin’, I’m out of luck
I been muggin’, they ain’t on nothin’
I bet he stutter when we up them guns
I been tuckin’, you better duck
I been druggin’, I’m out of luck
I been muggin’, they ain’t on nothin’
I bet he stutter when we up them guns

[Verse 2: Shakewell]
Cannot be uppin’, you ain’t gon’ spray (You ain’t)
Wanna be shameless? No hesitate (You can’t)
I’m from the land homies go snake (They do)
Used to the hate, used by the fake (They is)
I need the lobster, I need the steak (Okay)
Served on a twenty-four gold leaf plate (Okay)
Shorty just sucked me, told me she loved me (Oh, no), now I be looking out for an escape (Pop out, sip)
Bitch, I’m off drugs (Ayy), I ain’t talkin’ little, nah, I pour a lot of mud (Mud)
I can’t shoot a little G12, pack a lot of slugs (Pop, pop, pop)
Tell me why they hate me, ’cause I got it out the mud? (Mud)
Know they think they made me, nah, my mama raised a thug (Pop out, sip)
Love my bitches take the dick for hours when I’m off the drugs (Okay, she does)
Brain-dead, way she drop the top for hours, I ain’t bust a nut (Okay, a nut)
Coochie sore as hell, round for round, eight times I made her bust (Okay, he did)
She said, “How you born this way?” Stupid bitch, I’m off the Subs (I’m off the Subs)
Live from the trenches, you might die ’bout these lenses (Oh, no, no)
Big buffs on, thought he’d try me, now he headless (Woah, woah, woah)
Broke boy stupid, could’ve copped ’em at the Cartier (Stupid)
Now we smokin’ I don’t know pack, I never learned his name
Got a new opp, could give a fuck, he scared to slide this way (Haha, ha)
Told your honor, “Fuck the verdict is? ‘Cause I could die today” (Oh, no, no)
Let’s fly away, I could do with that, but I got piles of plays (Pop, pop, pop)
Fry the cake, break the cookie down, then serve it to the J’s (Pop out, sip)



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