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chris am (nola) - komodo lyrics

[intro]
graaa
frrrrrrra
pa pa pa pa pa
fa, fa, fa

[chorus]
hop up out the four door up up in your front door
i got h+lla 44s shooting on 4 foes (huh)
if you really f+ckin with me snap back komodo
i know you just mad cause i just ask for smoke mojo
h+lla choppas that just love to f+ck like p+rnos
yea, we gon make that boy dance in this b+tch like disco
we been moving coast to coast like this b+tch san francisco
yea, we got that gas on us the pack is from that mexico
[verse]
sitting on my ass and i’m smoking this gas
look at my strap and i’m thinking bout naps
doing this b+tch and they talkin they cap
living a death, that is a fact
this is the way when i come in my whip
doing this b+tch and i’m keeping my stick
upin this blique, up with the clique
hitting this b+tch and i’m hitting these l!cks
i know couple people in the streets who wanna dodge us
i know couple people that just mad they cannot stop us
we been sending all these lobs up like we aaron rodgers
yea, we been up spinning on the block up like a copter
i’ve been blocking all that fake sh+t hard up like ibaka
i’ve been in the field with chopper kickin like soccers
i’ve been outchere making all this money like a doctor
i’ve been in the streets fighting like my name e. honda
imma just sit here and pay up my homage
hopefully your bro know he got muhammad
yea, he gets smoked out i hope he know he chronic
we sent em rockets and they were automic

- chris am nola lyrics

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