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lil $tackz (pa) & cartier (pa) - cokeball كلمات أغنية

[cartier: intro]
before you talk sh_t, you best hear the beat

[cartier: chorus]
cartier frames on, i can’t f_ckin’ see (f_ckin’ see)
b_tch i’m geekin’ and i’m tweakin’ off the f_ckin’ lean (f_ckin’ lean’)
i f_cked yo b_tch up in my car yeah i hit her spleen (hit her spleen)
you ain’t on no f_ckin’ x you off the codeine (yuh, skrt)
why you runnin’, perkie hit ya tummy (huh, huh)
you feelin’ sunny, junkie, you a bummy (huh, huh)
got the beat for free yeah cause i make money (huh, huh)
ima tyb yo b_tch, ima take ya honey (huh, huh)
ima stack up all yo bread, ima take ya money (huh, huh)
you not f_ckin’ 2up, yeah, you not funny (yeah, not funny)
rat b_tch, yeah you gon’ eat the f_ckin’ crumbings (rat b_tch)

[cartier: verse]
you don’t know, haha, you don’t know haha (haha)
you a joke haha, cut ya throat, haha (haha)
i’m in sp_ce haha, not a boat, haha (yuh)
i don’t wanna hear yo 2 cents if ya broke (nah)
i could give you f_ckin’ 2 cents for ya hoe (yeah)
rent the b_tch out, yeah, ima f_ck her slow (skrt)
you don’t gotta worry b_tch, i’m the f_ckin’ g.o.a.t, ha
the g.o.a.t tote a pole ha, the g.o.a.t wipe ya nose, ha
i’m in a range rover ha, i don’t drive slow, nah
i hit the dash, i go ha, snortin’ all that snow, ha
cokeball, ho ha, f_ck it till it blow, ha
f_ck my ex
[cartier: chorus]
cartier frames on, i can’t f_ckin’ see (f_ckin’ see)
b_tch i’m geekin’ and i’m tweakin’ off the f_ckin’ lean (f_ckin’ lean’)
i f_cked yo b_tch up in my car yeah i hit her spleen (hit her spleen)
you ain’t on no f_ckin’ x you off the codeine
ha b_tch, now ya know me
why you runnin’, perkie hit ya tummy (huh, huh)
you feelin’ sunny, junkie, you a bummy (huh, huh)
got the beat for free yeah, cause i make money (huh, huh)
ima tyb yo b_tch, ima take ya honey (huh, huh)
ima stack up all yo bread, ima take ya money (huh, huh)
you not f_ckin’ 2up, yeah, you not funny (yeah, not funny)
rat b_tch, yeah you gon’ eat the f_ckin’ crumbing’s (rat b_tch)

[lil $tackz: verse]
like lil $tackz is on the track, b_tch
hop up in my f_ckin m and now i’m switching f_ckin lanes
n_ggas wanna play me goofy, ion hear the f_ckin lames
kenzo cash like my name kaine
shawty give me stupid brain
and now n_ggas can’t think the same
what car ima drive today?
foreign cars is all i race and payday was like chips, lays
left a n_gga feeling lucki, now he inna f_ckin haze
running routes i got the plays
hit my phone like ima chase
i got n_ggas throwing shade and i don’t give a f_ck
vlado always boutta buck and i can’t stop till i get funds
n_ggas play like this a game, fun fact my life was neva fun
neva toting on a gun but i still got it from the mud
can’t call me yu little bro, i only got a couple muds
i got static on the beat and ima strike it like a drum
n_ggas always stay in motion
i got sauce like sip my potion
on the beat and i’m just costing
light a splee we get to toasting
shawty at my f_ckin crib and ion need a f_ckin trojan
[lil $tackz: bridge]
ion need a f_ckin trojan
got the za, we just rolling
call up all the f_ckin guys
we got the knocks, we just strolling
ain’t no bluff up in my rap so ima keep on f_ckin boasting
ima keep on f_ckin boasting
like we gon’ f_ckin blow up (blow up)
like we gon’ f_ckin blow up (blow up)
i got knocks up in the spot
and we gon’ f_ckin show up
show up, show up
like we gon f_cking what, what?

[cartier: outro]
yeah, we gon’ f_ckin’ show up (ha, b_tch)
take yo hand to roll up, huh
pour that f_ckin’ four up
yeah, skert

- lil tackz pa cartier pa

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