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jangy leeon - cugino lyrics

[testo di “cugino” ft. chubs, steelyone, dj ms]

[strofa 1: cubs]
cugilino dream rock supreme
golden crusafixes
extra clips in sixes
son they taking pictures of don dota
y’all ain’t don nada
what they speaking
all the ginny boys tweaking
throw your flags up
throw mags up
you get dragged up
like twelve flights of stairs
by the hair
burly boy grizzly
who could f_ck with me
cruzing through malon
with flannel vests on
smoking parmigiana runts
with jangy on the hunt for fresca
they gone feel the pressure
burn a round a blunts
at the round tables
as we order lunch
the shottie gota kick
the gat pack a punch
leave em hunched
if they trying stunt on chuby
load the snubbie up
bet that shut em up
my twins hurdle up
discuss the next play
load the kay
nothing left to say
sh_t get set in motion
like sails in ocean
making sales as we toasting
to a great life
my donnys stay hyped
new york city under street lights
[strofa 2: jangy leeon]
non ti importa di nessuno
ma il tuo orgoglio è un bel topino nel tombino
anche nettuno con la merda fino al collo
resta un netturbino
figo il sogno cugiolino
sta muchacha cuce amore
sto scampo lo cuocio vivo
lei caccia il mio cucciolone
matti come il maggiolino
tu puoi far da maggiordomo
eruttiamo magma brodo
la tua donna mangia fuoco
battagliamo chatillon
ti strappo via il papillon
ti ingozzi di champignon
non riconosci i champions
siamo in marcia che rodeo
a benza marcia keropetrol
il male dietro a un vetro nero
per l’inferno un metro in meno
fai prima che cada il cielo
grano fresco saraceno
assideriamo stiamo al gelo
siberiano samoiedo
new york city emme i
lei è calda come medellin
una goccia di hennessy
sullo zoca ho il suo maybelline
dimmi che non sono mai come
questi rapper ma che roie
ho buona pasta maccherone
è tutta capa maccarone
[strofa 3: steelyone]
hey yo 40 and pump
i could feel like a channel seldome
cause if i mash on the b_tton
watch the n_ a bomb
infrared like website
dot on them he come
they know me from the 9
n_ down the milan
i’m not a gangster k!ller
but yeah
i could peep the anger in you
you left and casket
were pastors
still singing scriptures
my shrimp ricotta
my kicks is prada
gun islam a ratchet in the bathroom
let’s keep it monster
coop copper
penny
n_ alla vodka
we ate 3 times a day
n_ kept it mamba ah
let me channel my kobe
my money my homie
my paper worldwide
i year will step like a gin0bili
big 9 in the flying spur feeling like tony
don’t let my n_ park you
[cuts: dj ms]
from the street cousin’
from the street cousin’
from the street cousin’
from the street cousin’

from the street cousin’
from the street cousin’
from the street cousin’

- jangy leeon lyrics

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