chlobocop - kodak ft. black josh lyrics
intro:
no flockin’, talkin’, no mockin’
we poppin’ bottles of fizz
she got that shooter
i’m full up from all the food in this b_tch
don’t c_ck when poppin’
i’m f_ckin’ on top of models and sh_t
she rock my goggles
i got up, she saw the gun on my hip
_pew_pew! powww!_
bend that back, get dizzy _b_tch_
bend that back, make her bend that back on
make that ass clap in them jeans
hook:
no flockin’, talkin’, no mockin’
we poppin’ bottles of fizz
she got that shooter
i’m full up from all the food in this b_tch
don’t c_ck when poppin’
i’m f_ckin’ on top of models and sh_t
she rock my goggles
i got up, she saw the gun on my hip
verse 1:
eenie, meenie, miney, moe
what the f_ck you runnin’ for?
shut the f_ck up, the 5_0 is at the next door!
_open up!_
break a motherf_cker’s legs, leave ’em like a vegetable
_better mix this sh_t_
mix that sh_t
quick credit so it’s best to go
get the benz and all
_b_tch i want the benz, b_tch i want the benz and aaaaaall!_
l!ck a b_tch in the bathtub
but she covered in the bubbles, but i hit her with the assh0l_(?) _ass!_
bum fat, bring that little bum back
girl, you know you’re gonna feel it when i l!ck a little faster
_bada_bum_ kodak in the backseat
_bum_bum_ kodak, call me naaaaaasty
_rrrrrrdddoooooohhh!_
come, kodak, call me naaaaaasty
hook:
no flockin’, talkin’, no mockin’
we poppin’ bottles of fizz
she got that shooter
i’m full up from all the food in this b_tch
don’t c_ck when poppin’
i’m f_ckin’ on top of models and sh_t
she rock my goggles
i got up, she saw the gun on my hip
verse 2 [black josh]:
all my product’s dead _mm_hmm_
surprise, surprise, empty bags of white and we’re off our head
got a new strain and my bud is chlobocop, she peng
not a lotta friends
all i needed was some gwop to spend
we lost connection like the wi_fi
off and on again
big smiles when they’re droppin’ dead
i’m a baby face and a big ‘ard crip _yeah_
phat zoot on my n_ggaaa lips _ooh!_
got the brain, i was feelin’ quick
she heard the rumours that (?) is big
her friends sayin’ now she missin’ this
broke my chain, got a missin’ link
lost my mind, it’s the missin’ link
represent my arms, so my skin is inked
c.u.l.t. _ d_mned!
l.v.l.z. _ gang!
til that day that i’m!
six feet deep’s my plan
fans think i ain’t been a part, of what i’m on, i was at the start
dvl gng, my heart
straight dog, better let it bark
hook:
no flockin’, talkin’, no mockin’
we poppin’ bottles of fizz
she got that shooter
i’m full up from all the food in this b_tch
don’t c_ck when poppin’
i’m f_ckin’ on top of models and sh_t
she rock my goggles
i got up, she saw the gun on my hip
_pew_pew! powww!_
bend that back, get dizzy _b_tch_
bend that back, make her bend that back on
make that ass clap in them jeans
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