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c.f.c. sage – cockpit lyrics

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[verse 1: c.f.c. sage]
pain and pestilence that will be the death of us
adam  and eve can you please just stop in-debiting us
we  need an answer trust we tired of spilling blood for those who don’t bother addressing us, let’s f-ck’em up
chain around my neck, but it’s going f-cking upwards, pull up to your b-tch’s house and give her f-cking rug burn
i’m stubborn, i’m more mean wash my body with chlorine
got  your b-tch addicted to morphine i’ll snap on ya no warning
k!ll  a n-gg- in opposition of me n-gg- stop talking sh-t i am the vision you see remember when n-gg-s never wanted to f-ck with me now i’m back in my feelings and i’m throwing infants out of seats

[chorus: j lauren]
i was chillin’ in the 910 with my n-gg-, raggy n-gg- said “some sh-t was up” and i’m like “hoe what’s the addy?”
so  i pulled to the house with the darkest intentions
she said “bro what’s going on?” and i said “b-tch eat extensions!”

[verse 2: c.f.c. sage]
venom when i talk hide the bodies in the c-ckpit
you gonna take all 7 inches of this c-ck b-tch
i  run a f-cking muck, n-gg- i don’t give a f-ck
making b-tches wet like we were swimming with the ducks
more time on my mind to think about this grime
in hindsight you might find it was a mistake giving me limelight
my rhymes tight they might constrict ya
f-ck on your mama and then on your sister
they gonna say my neck is a blizzard
i kick they -ss out and block’em on twitter
fortified fortress with the forty-five forces
petrified p-ss-es peeking out of their ’85 porsche’s
ride scared a n-gg- might commit a f-cking genocide nah i’m pressed as f-ck might commit f-cking suicide

[chorus: j lauren]
i was chillin’ in the 910 with my n-gg-, raggy n-gg- said “some sh-t was up” and i’m like “hoe what’s the addy?”
so i pulled to the house with the darkest intentions
she said “bro what’s going on?” and i said “b-tch eat extensions!”

[outro: c.f.c. sage]
fat -ss b-tch, got a glock with a fat -ss grip, don’t talk ’cause i’m mad as sh-t
leave a n-gg- in a fat -ss ditch
f-ck yo’ sh-t n-gg-



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