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co lee - pod's glan lyrics

[intro]
co lee
pod’s glan

[verse 1]
mr big headed slim tatted b-tch medic setting up for golf clubbing boutta take a swing at it
i said i’ll swing at it pause till the king said it jaws h-t the synthetic flaws in a split second
broads on my d-ck shredded thoughts on this quick record
lead my mind first d-ck second
eyes hurt spit venom nice burst drip lemon
sour like i bang shannon
she was a transcendent, she was a trend baron
f-ck you digging this ain’t the grand canyon
i aim the hand cannon today to trend setting and pray
that gang weapons delay the brand denim
all my lyrics just had the band jamming
100 k!llers all frank like benjamin
drank like men sweating at banks like chance betting
excuse me all of my draughts i can’t spell ‘em without the slang chatting
i’m ought to crack selling

[hook]
the trigger slipped busting shot spam
the triple six wasn’t god’s plan
the trigger slipped busting shot spam
the triple six wasn’t god’s plan

[verse 2]
hungry hoes in a tent they bang begging
i grant the d-mn gagging and slam they hams acting
like that’s the plan tracking the best of d-mn slacking i slapped the man captain right back to bag packing
g-ssed up like the chambers bust tested lines with angel dust i guess you might’ve came to trust but that’s the lie we play to f-cks
hate to cuss and hate to must you pay to win
i pay to drugs, late to being labeled by the cables i’m the bacon crust
hey w-ssup, it’s late as f-ck mind me get away and snug tiny renovated clubs til i be fed on asian stuff
i’m the elevation gust
slight interrogation rush like 97 patients trust til i’m beheaded chasing dust
til i’m beheaded chasing dust

[outro]
til i’m beheaded chasing dust
triple six
pod’s glan
one take

- co lee lyrics

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