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tumaggz - coughin' lyrics
[verse 1: tumaggz]
i don’t tell these p_ssies sh_t cuz
p_ssies talk a lot
i won’t pass a p_ssy sh_t if smoking
woods still makes him cough
don’t step foot on gladstone
we protect the spot like camelot
all my h_llhounds down to scr_p
we swing em hard with all we got
riding
to the spot we wylin
hit a motherf_cking cop he dying
hit a motherf_ckers block while smiling
took a son from his mother she crying
all of this sh_t ain’t tough talk
everybody hates a n_gga no chris rock
everybody wanna see a n_gga wrist locked up in some steel
i ain’t talking bout no wrist watch
yeah that boy might k!ll his parents but he ain’t gon k!ll me
met a foreign b_tch from paris she gon get on both knees
got a fresh pack boy you smoking on that old tree
with yo dusty musty crusty ass boy you ain’t no og
whole game f_cked
all you n_ggas got it criss cross
see you stunting on em
why you rocking all the ross drip
smoking on that wood tip
cheaper than a cheese nip
you be sucking d_ck
for a feature on some bullsh_t
shooter with a full clip
boy drop that pin
got seven whole n_ggas like sect finna send
straps can stay back handle this like some men
but we know you a coward so we gon roll in
i don’t tell these p_ssies sh_t cuz
p_ssies talk a lot
i won’t pass a p_ssy sh_t if smoking
woods still makes him cough
don’t step foot on gladstone
we protect the spot like camelot
all my h_llhounds down to scr_p
we swing em hard with all we got
i don’t tell these p_ssies sh_t cuz
p_ssies talk a lot
i won’t pass a p_ssy sh_t if smoking
woods still makes him cough
don’t step foot on gladstone
we protect the spot like camelot
all my h_llhounds down to scr_p
we swing em hard with all we got
[verse 2: sect unit]
we swing em hard with all we got
i knock a n_gga out his socks
we pull up on him like we lightning leave his ass straight f_ckin shocked, huh
now he lookin at the sky, cause that b_tch got f_ckin dropped
smokin good sh_t got me coughin
put him in a coffin and leave him to die
b_tch n_gga run up on me then he must got a death wish
floppin around like a dyin fish
rich n_gga sh_t i’ll hit you with a fresh whip
playin wit me and you dyin b_tch
prayin to not see god and sh_t
sayin you just want out of it
and i’ll put you out yo misery
the last thing you’ll f_ckin see is me
wit a smirk on my face
i bet the sh_t that you said you wanna take back
that’s not how it work in this place
you just another f_ckin homicide case
homicide, suicide, genocide, i call that sh_t icin the cake
they say sect you don’t got a f_ckin heart
then i got a organ to take
then i got a organ to steal
everything so fake to me so it ain’t hard to point out what’s real
i got b_tches that pay for the bill
them n_ggas go crazy yeah they go stupid when they be off of them pills
i put that p_ssy right in a coffin then i’m headed to the hills
b_tch
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