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Stt Laurentt - Kobe Lyrics



Stt Laurentt - Kobe Lyrics
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Y'all gotta wait for this one man, for real (let's talk about it)
Let's talk about it
Can't tell em what I done
I'm baby back in these beats man
I'd never cap, I ain't ever lack
Yeah, let's talk about it
Don't think they wanna know me now
I shoot like Kobe how
Yo' bitch wanna blow me now
Why, why why
Oh they wanna throw me down
OP I'm goated now
They know I go to town
Yeah I'm keepin' it G for the dawgs bruh
Yeah we stick it stay tight till we rise up
Pretty boy throw hands so we dice up
I pushin' on bags bout five months
When I walk into the scene all eyes up
Homie dry sippin' on the lean that's five cups
They know that I'm goin' wild
Shawty said I'm golden now
RIP to the dawg
Man he drop dead took too many shots
Nah I ain't talk physical, ain't about glocks
Talking bout' the shots that he took with the rocks
Yeah we done tried save him but he won't stop
Hurt me real bad when I seen your pops
Yeah hurt me real bad when I seen you drop
Guess no one can tell you to stop
They gonna tell me I'm losin'
But I know my business is boomin'
They leave it to me to move it
F*ck it man I'm here to prove it
Why why why
They don't wanna know me now, they say I'm goated now
Them opps they throw the towl
Let's talk about it
Don't think they wanna know me now
I shoot like Kobe how
Yo bitch wanna blow me now
Why why why
Oh they wanna throw me down
OP I'm goated now
They know I go to town
Try to f*ck with my head
Can't play my soul, I know I'm next
Yeah I'm livin' wild, can't throw me back
Yeah I shoot so far like I got that tech
Yeah I get cashed app like a big ass bank
Yeah I never been a rook went straight to vet
Yeah my lyrics went cold, check on the neck
Hottest rapper in the South, come make a bet
Any beat I kill it, ain't rap drill but I still damn feel it
If the beats got medics, better pump hard cause I know I sent it
Yeah I cop Burberry on the shades
Cause I drip insane, money come in mane
What car when I switch my lane
Yeah my dawgs ran up, that's a Porsche coupe mane
Shawty wanna f*ck but I ain't bust nuts when I hit her
Holdin' that shit that's realer
They know I'm a big dawg pillar
You prolly a broke ass sinner
Your bitch my dinner
If it's hard I rap
Whip out the guitar sing that back
I got that gas, I might just throw that stack
I know I'll make that back, if I spend that rack
What's on the shade it's Versace
I know I'm buildin' an army
Throw me the keys to the Rari
Why why why
She know that I'm goated now
Too hot, yeah it's over now
Stt Laurentt he goin' wild
See they way they try to throw shade
So I keep my distance
Yeah I know I'm livin' this wild, so I stay persistent
Would never try to hit your hoe bro, it ain't my business
But she the one hittin' me up, so f*ck I listen
Why why why
Your bitch wanna know me now
I shoot like Kobe how, I'm sayin' I'm goated now
Don't think they wanna know me now
They know I'm realer, suck my dick your bitch my dinner, gang
Gang on these bitches right now, tell the hitters what's good
Baby be back in these beats cause f*ck it I should
There's blood in the streets, there's blood don't think that I wouldn't
There's blood on the cheeks yeah, I don't really need ya
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Y'all gotta wait for this one man, for real (let's talk about it)
Let's talk about it
Can't tell em what I done
I'm baby back in these beats man
I'd never cap, I ain't ever lack
Yeah, let's talk about it
Don't think they wanna know me now
I shoot like Kobe how
Yo' bitch wanna blow me now
Why, why why
Oh they wanna throw me down
OP I'm goated now
They know I go to town
Yeah I'm keepin' it G for the dawgs bruh
Yeah we stick it stay tight till we rise up
Pretty boy throw hands so we dice up
I pushin' on bags bout five months
When I walk into the scene all eyes up
Homie dry sippin' on the lean that's five cups
They know that I'm goin' wild
Shawty said I'm golden now
RIP to the dawg
Man he drop dead took too many shots
Nah I ain't talk physical, ain't about glocks
Talking bout' the shots that he took with the rocks
Yeah we done tried save him but he won't stop
Hurt me real bad when I seen your pops
Yeah hurt me real bad when I seen you drop
Guess no one can tell you to stop
They gonna tell me I'm losin'
But I know my business is boomin'
They leave it to me to move it
F*ck it man I'm here to prove it
Why why why
They don't wanna know me now, they say I'm goated now
Them opps they throw the towl
Let's talk about it
Don't think they wanna know me now
I shoot like Kobe how
Yo bitch wanna blow me now
Why why why
Oh they wanna throw me down
OP I'm goated now
They know I go to town
Try to f*ck with my head
Can't play my soul, I know I'm next
Yeah I'm livin' wild, can't throw me back
Yeah I shoot so far like I got that tech
Yeah I get cashed app like a big ass bank
Yeah I never been a rook went straight to vet
Yeah my lyrics went cold, check on the neck
Hottest rapper in the South, come make a bet
Any beat I kill it, ain't rap drill but I still damn feel it
If the beats got medics, better pump hard cause I know I sent it
Yeah I cop Burberry on the shades
Cause I drip insane, money come in mane
What car when I switch my lane
Yeah my dawgs ran up, that's a Porsche coupe mane
Shawty wanna f*ck but I ain't bust nuts when I hit her
Holdin' that shit that's realer
They know I'm a big dawg pillar
You prolly a broke ass sinner
Your bitch my dinner
If it's hard I rap
Whip out the guitar sing that back
I got that gas, I might just throw that stack
I know I'll make that back, if I spend that rack
What's on the shade it's Versace
I know I'm buildin' an army
Throw me the keys to the Rari
Why why why
She know that I'm goated now
Too hot, yeah it's over now
Stt Laurentt he goin' wild
See they way they try to throw shade
So I keep my distance
Yeah I know I'm livin' this wild, so I stay persistent
Would never try to hit your hoe bro, it ain't my business
But she the one hittin' me up, so f*ck I listen
Why why why
Your bitch wanna know me now
I shoot like Kobe how, I'm sayin' I'm goated now
Don't think they wanna know me now
They know I'm realer, suck my dick your bitch my dinner, gang
Gang on these bitches right now, tell the hitters what's good
Baby be back in these beats cause f*ck it I should
There's blood in the streets, there's blood don't think that I wouldn't
There's blood on the cheeks yeah, I don't really need ya
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Writer: Laurent Formica
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Performed By: Stt Laurentt
Language: English
Length: 3:52
Written by: Laurent Formica

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