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ain't shit gang - youngojgotcokeinmyglove lyrics

[verse 1: alex davis]
made ya knees weak when i stepped in the club
came through clean with the coconut jug
fred flinstone with the dinosaur rug
young oj, got c-ke in my glove
smile on ya face. what you think? sh-t coo?
tryna be a pimp, what you think? it’s rules
like don’t pluck a chickenhead out her f-cking coupe
and never tell a soul where you hid that loot
you clones need to find a new move
full flask of the ‘tron in my blue suit
kobe to the team
y’all having phobias it seems
cause the game on the line but who shoot: few
better watch who you n-gg-s call god
babe on my nuts like a ballpark
friends can transform like the all spark
murk you and send your mama a hallmark
joint looking like it’s the hat of the pope
vincent my vision. how high can i go?
trip with four hoes, come down real slow
cop me some shrooms now i’m trippin some more
pimp with the walk and a limp in my stroll
scottie 2 hottie, so pippen my flow
n-gg-s get c-cky.. hold on to yo soul
cause bodies go pauly, wash up on the sh-r-

[hook: alex davis]
made ya knees weak when i stepped in the club
came through clean with the coconut jug
fred flinstone wit da dinosaur rug
young oj, got c-ke in my glove

young oj, got c-ke in my glove
young oj, got c-ke in my glove
made ya knees weak when i stepped in the club
young oj, got c-ke in my glove

[bridge: alex davis]
i got some cocaine in my glove compartment
and there’s a fed behind me
so i hope he don’t turn his siren on
or ima have to catch a body

[verse 2: alex davis]
you know i’m vibing, i’m chilling, i’m high on the mic
orenthal, need white white white
siked to die, this life my plight
bad -ss b-tch with wide -ss thighs
sprite with grape and blunts that tight
high -ss stakes, and nightly vibes
internet thug but in person they mimes
i jus be buzzed as lowkey as some flies
til i bust back
cut that sh-t out
shots out of the f-cking cutl-ss
got some broads
and my name they all call
fight eachother for my b-lls like them hoes playing touchback
i keep it down to business
ain’t a fan of simping
and simply put ya mannerisms (are) motherf-cking suspect
such acting you do
cuz you’re average my dude
and three hoes in your crew got a mustache

[outro]
polo, in the club with my club
bronco, 24’s with the dubs
y’all local, h-lla sod’ in your cut
i’m in socal with the c-ke in my glove
c-ke in my glove, young oj got c-ke in my glove
got c-ke in my glove, young oj

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