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COB Season Lyrics - Artist : Crooked I
Yo, it's COB Season again, you know what I mean? Lemme talk my shit
Yo Shaun Yo Jason Yo TipToe Lemme talk my shit real quick, ya know what I mean DT Carter What's happening'? If I die and a rapper make a song for me But never did a song with me While I was alive I want ya'll to pull his hoe card 'Cause he a hoe It's COB though yeah Phony Rap niggas be lying, no need to call 'em out Pull up in a Bentley at Stars, my money falling' out Y'all know what it's all about I really know the dope dealers They rode snow fall about Y'all wasn't balling' out, I saw you You tried to change your pass in your rap lyrics Hoping' your fans hear it and believe you, but them rap ear it ear it Rap lyric so pussy, that you should Pap smear it I be in the midnight ghost feelin' like a Black spirit Military gang shit, nigga, we came to change shit Uppercut the game in the chin 'cause it need a facelift Rats in you racist, I wouldn't wanna be in your shoes When the Swiss K leave you dead in your K Swiss Grew up in a punishing' environment 'Cause the government desired it Facts! But when in the public, they denying' it Democrats and Republicans are hiding' it Yeah they fire racist cops But I doubt that his gun is in retirement I slide that racist nigga Spending' your last on the designer belt That's how I waste a nigga Plug 'em inject when a slugs from a glizzy like a Grizzly Bear hug 'em to death The Grim Reaper embrace you niggas C.O.B's a Family Bvsiness comin' through What it do? Try to stop my team from getting' the W Who the fuck are you? Minding' my own business I stay sucker proof, Fuck a roof Addicted to convertibles, a gun, a coupe, run the loot Yeah we get fly everything ain't 'bout the money no I'm the same guy whether I'm balling' or my money low I can still remember when I was bummy yo, hungry yo Systematic Oppression only thing in my stomach bro Money just kept getting' tighter and tighter Tighter than the inside of some fire vagina And trynna find it was like mining of a diamonds That's what we trynna acquire Cost of living it getting higher and higher Strike me with lightning' if I am a liar My diet was dire Couldn't even try to buy at Papaya So I decided to buy me a lighter Just so I can fight fire with fire Heart of a Lion and eye of a Tiger Like I am describing' a liger But I am describing' a type of survivor That writers admire and hire Swear to God I can inspire a choir Nobody in the right mind of desire Testimonies that will be only me No need for me to try to deny it My friends doubted me but I didn't buy it Sleeping on me like a night at the Hyatt So I sling rocks like a slingshot Poverty was like Goliath the Giant So Crooked always got the iron beside em Trapped in the storm eye of Poseidon My life's more than rhymes I'm reciting' It is what it is Fertility clinics in Beverly Hills Abortion clinics all around the hood They killing' the kids They don't want me and my niggas to live So I get richer and richer I keep the dividends my nigga but this is the jig I'm sick of the pigs Pull me over 'cause I'm whipping the whip Jealous 'cause my crib bigger than his Talkin' to me like I'm primitive All my comprehension's limited This what it is Save that condescending shit for your kids Guns go Dutch splitting your wig Guns go! A Journey The life of a COB bandana, is eternal Uniformly worn by Soldiers, Generals and Brigadier Colonels Defacing' a COB flag For no rhyme and reason (For no rhyme and reason) Is an act of treason (an act of treason) It's black and white because there's no Grey Area (No Grey Area) So what we believe in (Believe in), is COB season (Season) |
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