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cocc pistol cree - face lyrics

i sat on his face aye
i sat on his face aye
i sat on his face aye

i sat on his face aye
i sat on his face aye

[verse 1]

i had a long day aye
i been working all day aye
i sit on his face aye
ask him how do it taste
only c-m if he -ss eatin
only f-ck if his cash spendin
lil hoe i’m big pimpin
free my patnas outta san quentin
gotta go and get a bag hoe
i ain’t rich i dont brag hoe
30 bands in the stash in hoe
30 on me and its brand new
how it feel to f-ck a f-ck n-gga
always talking bout he love n-ggas
n-gga out here f-ckin n-ggas
rapping like they are drug dealaz
n-ggas move like hoes move
how u hating on ya whole crew
pillow talking that’s what hoes do
and we barely even know you
we just wanna get the cash from you
when we straight we gone dash on you
for now i’m a put this -ss on u
how it feel to f-ck a black woman
super sauce ima trap queen q
drip down in that mc queen
rollin round in a mcclaren
cold flow with a moncler
i don’t think these hoes really hear
tell the truth i don’t really care
i’m just tryna run the tab up
while they sittin on welfare
cut some ol fake b-tches off
all the snakes had to get lost
fell back for a couple years
all the groupie hoes disappeared
but that was the point of me falling back
so i could go back where i started at
b-tches want beef and ain’t build for that
u call it rap i don’t call it that
u from a clique i am from a gang
i carry guns y’all carry blades
i hit the road y’all hit the blade
y’all paying pimps i pay the maid
we live in two different lifestyles
i do not f-ck without lifestyles
i’m abstinent when the price down
my mind on money b-tch right now
my n-gga was flocking he locked down
i got the code to his safe now
since he was a real one i hold him down
he gets the money i count it out
don’t get it wrong i ain’t cuffin n-ggas
just cause he real i ain’t trusting n-ggas
never been a square i’ma hustle with him
b-tch get outta line ima tussle with him

[verse 2]

you know that i’m ready cause i never had no patience
b-tches steady talking that sh-t give me motivation
ima chase this paper, till my grave
and i don’t care bout what u b-tches saying
i get my money then i flip it
got n-ggas outta town flipping chickens
i don’t got no time for u hatas
f-ck around with me u meet cha maker
b-tch i gotta keep this toolie on my seat
i dare one of you lil hoes to blink
b-tch i roll around with the thugs
never show u broke b-tches love

- cocc pistol cree lyrics

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