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Co - b4 skl Lyrics



Co - b4 skl Lyrics




Flee as Hell, think she got that shit on
Rocking bape, Mario cart like the 8
Not the ball we got the shake
Damn it's dirty what he pour, he want summo Yea goin up, won't even f*ck em
Damn we put rounds in em, put that f*ck niggw in the ground
Switch on this bitch i shoot loud, make a sound
Duck this bitch ima switch the crowd
We down the crib by the block we gon spin around
Aye, watch that SUV over there out the truck selling pounds
Waiting for the perfect timing get them niggas we gon' gun em down
I ain't worried bout them coming back around cus we got sticks all in our shit
Get it back in blood, Aye that mud thicker then blood
But blood thicker then water some niggas choose the ocean over they daughter
But i know some nigga's from my block more realer then my people
Some people think they superior, over here all my guys equals

We all have emotions, we all drink potions
Off that za aye, in the cloud we floatin
(We all have emotions, we all drink potions
Off that za aye, in the cloud we floatin)

Damn, Damn, let me get up, only one bitch had me stucked
She had me feelin' like a goofy, what the f*ck do I look like trust
Can't trust these hoes, can't trust these niggas, both switch up for some figures
But at the end of the day, who gon' have the biggest bag? my shit gon be thicker
I'm way richer, all this shit be on the floor, pick it off a cookie, dawg
Niggas new to the game, they rookies
Got a big bitch but her ass flat, how the f*ck you built like a cookie?
Damn, that shit was rude, I'm sorry the other people beg my pardon
And f*ck that bitch's fat
But fine as hell, I might spin back
Man, I don't discriminate at all
My brothers know I'm just one call, a way to get that boy away
Wanna be famous, make his ass a day
Think he classic, we gon' make him lay Barbecue, I like that favor, nay I put that shit on everything

I'm talkin' bout the sauce, ain't talkin' bout that
But I got drip, mismatching that, my fashion swag, fashion that
These bitches on my body, but I don't want them tell these sneaky hoes to get the f*ck back
(I'm off this bitch)
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Flee as Hell, think she got that shit on
Rocking bape, Mario cart like the 8
Not the ball we got the shake
Damn it's dirty what he pour, he want summo Yea goin up, won't even f*ck em
Damn we put rounds in em, put that f*ck niggw in the ground
Switch on this bitch i shoot loud, make a sound
Duck this bitch ima switch the crowd
We down the crib by the block we gon spin around
Aye, watch that SUV over there out the truck selling pounds
Waiting for the perfect timing get them niggas we gon' gun em down
I ain't worried bout them coming back around cus we got sticks all in our shit
Get it back in blood, Aye that mud thicker then blood
But blood thicker then water some niggas choose the ocean over they daughter
But i know some nigga's from my block more realer then my people
Some people think they superior, over here all my guys equals

We all have emotions, we all drink potions
Off that za aye, in the cloud we floatin
(We all have emotions, we all drink potions
Off that za aye, in the cloud we floatin)

Damn, Damn, let me get up, only one bitch had me stucked
She had me feelin' like a goofy, what the f*ck do I look like trust
Can't trust these hoes, can't trust these niggas, both switch up for some figures
But at the end of the day, who gon' have the biggest bag? my shit gon be thicker
I'm way richer, all this shit be on the floor, pick it off a cookie, dawg
Niggas new to the game, they rookies
Got a big bitch but her ass flat, how the f*ck you built like a cookie?
Damn, that shit was rude, I'm sorry the other people beg my pardon
And f*ck that bitch's fat
But fine as hell, I might spin back
Man, I don't discriminate at all
My brothers know I'm just one call, a way to get that boy away
Wanna be famous, make his ass a day
Think he classic, we gon' make him lay Barbecue, I like that favor, nay I put that shit on everything

I'm talkin' bout the sauce, ain't talkin' bout that
But I got drip, mismatching that, my fashion swag, fashion that
These bitches on my body, but I don't want them tell these sneaky hoes to get the f*ck back
(I'm off this bitch)
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Writer: Clo Clo
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