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La Cosa Nostra Lyrics - Artist : Blade Brown
Industry niggas keep talking bout M's in their raps
Little nigga you could never make no M's in the trap Why put skengs in your rap if you don't spend it on waps? When I'm blending the pack, 10/10 no sending it back The cheque you're talking bout, that's industry, not in the streets I'm calm with pairs but I swear a hundred's in my reach Before I rap, I spun the block before I spin the beat You ain't heard that spinner beat, slip get something in between These niggas culture vultures, we la cosa nostra Think you're tapped into the streets but we're a little closer Money, jugging, hoes, drama, that's my daily rota G63 AMG, that's my daily motor Don't know if I'll make that booking, I was in the kitchen cooking Might just use your bitch for lookout, thousand just got took out Know the lies I see them put out, little flame they soon get put out I'm one foot in, I'm one foot out, me and B then it's a cookout Turn it up, apply the pressure, .45 that's by the dresser All these rappers cappers, I should put them on a lie detector She's rolling with a seven figure nigga when you tried to text her Yeah she got a couple bags, I'll fuck around and buy her extra And that's just on a normal day, I told you that that corner pays Everybody's flexing, they just do it in a corny way Just calm it down my little G, can't wait to give this corn away Now show them all the way, the steamer off the sauna way She wanna go to Novikov, I take her to the block to meet the killers Real trap boy, if I use the boss it's cheaper dinners Tryna put them man to sleep but never sleep around the spinners Niggas lying in their lyrics, you weren't buying any brizzys Trap jumping now and I still fuck with company house Fuck it, add another ounce, it's in the Pyrex jumping round Then I hurry home and why them niggas cheating with them funny stones? Kettle and a necklace, not too long I spent one hun on roads |
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