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lil polo da don - kobra lyrics
intro: free yb mad max n-gga (see i been fly since like, fort pierce central days, like. (f-ck the opps n-gga) like real cobra sh-t, but i f-cked round and went to westwood on’em, ya feel me?) aight blat yea. im still a cobra though, like yeah. (g-shine n-gga) like a n-gga really gone strike some sh-t though (gkb sh-t) i spot him, i got him n-gga. (blatt) oh yea! load up!
hook: grindin til we rich, it ain’t no stoppin us. got these haters on my d-ck because im popular. we dont do no facebook rappin, boy lets chop it up. blue bullets out the 40, like im not a blood
you know sh-t get shaky baby, get your partner touched. all these hoes around me fakin’, but im hard to love. you need money to go to war, n-gga get your money up. n-gga im eatin all these monkeys, f-ckin my stomach up
verse: b-tch i got these streets on lock, n-gga ima cobra & all these p-ssy -ss n-ggas be hatin on me, i know bra. my heart so cold right now, i can’t even show love. if i die today, i got faith in my souljas, aye
spinnin on these n-ggas til they all dead. all this stress, man i might as well have a bald head. want some s-x, got me red hoe with some tall legs. all these tec’s and these choppas. cracka go call the feds
put d-ck in her liver, now she tappin out. all these weak -ss p-ssy n-ggas rappin now. i dont wanna hear your music, boy you trash, wow. wrap that weak sh-t up and sit your -ss down. molly with the plan b. pop this pill. baby im not tryna have no family. you shorted me on your loyalty like a gram of weed. you should’ve stayed out that kitchen, you couldn’t stand the heat
hook: grindin til we rich, it ain’t no stoppin us. got these haters on my d-ck because im popular. we dont do no facebook rappin, boy lets chop it up. blue bullets out the 40, like im not a blood
you know sh-t get shaky baby, get your partner touched. all these hoes around me fakin’, but im hard to love. you need money to go to war, n-gga get your money up. n-gga im eatin all these monkeys, f-ckin my stomach up
verse 2: goin hard in the paint, this ain’t sp-ce jam n-gga. pull up on your block, like here i am n-gga. pop a n-gga top, wrap him in surrand n-gga. im talkin june tao, i got that jackie chan n-gga. im in a freign coupe, i got on lauren too. this what i was born to do. hoe this a gucci sweater, i’ll buy you gucci, whatever, but you gotta do a lil better
my foot on the gas forreal, spazz on your -ss forreal. extended mag on my hip. f-ck n-gga when you see me, you ain’t gotta speak. i bet your b-tch speak to me. any n-gga i ever dissed, got they -ss popped, they ain’t tell that part. how you say you f-ck with me, but f-ckin with the opps? being real ain’t that hard
hook: grindin til we rich, it ain’t no stoppin us. got these haters on my d-ck because im popular. we dont do no facebook rappin, boy lets chop it up. blue bullets out the 40, like im not a blood
you know sh-t get shaky baby, get your partner touched. all these hoes around me fakin’, but im hard to love. you need money to go to war, n-gga get your money up. n-gga im eatin all these monkeys, f-ckin my stomach up
outro: i heard my n-gga snitchin, had to cut him off. sh-t hurt my heart my n-gga, i treated you like my brother dawg. how the f-ck you do that to my mother dawg? how the f-ck you do that to your brother dawg? streets turned me into a cobra. p-ssy -ss n-gga you changed on me, you cold bra. p-ssy -ss n-ggas be hatin on me, i know bra. n-ggas be throwin shade on me, i know bra
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