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darkside e – jeezy my cousin lyrics

[verse 1]

going hard on my liver
feel sorry for my bladder
i stop when i die b+tch it don’t even matter
what you doing e sh+t climbing up the ladder
and staying out the way trying not to get splatted
dats why i’m on a swivel
ride with the pistol
if you even think about it hit you in the temple
i up the stick put the barrel on a n+gga pimple
your baby mama sucking on a n+gga like her rent due
and my inspiration was ‘thug motivation’
kitchen full of stoves
trying to fit one in the bas+m+nt
i been more than patient
tired of f+ckin waiting
had to go and take it
right in they faces
you riding in a lemon, n+gga you a fruit
ride pass your ubеr or your lyft in a coupe
yo b+tch cheated on you for a chеap pair of boots
she supposed to been left but she keep hitting snooze
in my snowman shirt
riding with the work
you scared go to church
i take a bow for a verse
and i’ll never let a b+tch bow wow me
you stay down the street
but pay a out of town fee
and a b+tch got her nerve trying to down me
when yo n+gga just got fired from hungry howie’s
matter fact he just hit me up for some molly
told him i ain’t in the area i’m in cali
yo buffs foogazie
that sh+t dangerous
cause a bum n+gga a still pop you and take em
owe me bread take em by the ankles and shake em
kidnap his b+tch, take her hair then i shave it
or put gorilla glue in it
what they gone do with me
chopper gone move n+ggas
knocking sh+t loose n+gga
counting up these blues n+gga
bad b+tch beside me
you can’t walk a mile in my balenciagas
i’m so tired of
these lil noggas
thinking that they problems
hit em in the noggin
tell a n+gga holla
if its ‘bout dollars
yo mom shoulda swallowed
or ate the f+cking condom
got a bad lil b+tch, she get on my nerves
scratch her off the list, kick her ass to the curb
had to work for this sh+t
wasn’t nothing handed
you lil spoon fed n+ggas take sh+t for granted
i pull up in a whip i brought from another planet
b+tch i’m a drop a whole m on my nana
and i’m investing them pros on
what you going broke for
slang big boulders
fiend need a blowtorch
feeling like a big tymer with this roll on
hard to choose
so i had to leave with both of em
when it comes to the bows i bo guard
tell her throw that ass back, whats the hold up
she suck my d+ck with a fruit roll up
phone ring, n+gga net worth rose up
for a pound your dog will a turn kurupt
i get busy on the first like bone thugs
n+gga on the gram throwing up his wrist watch
got popped now they crying at the fish fry
anything you got good, bet you stole that sh+t
got broke, then sold that sh+t
you a hoe ass b+tch
yeah i sold that sh+t
said i had to come hard i said oh thats it
and when you take em out the wrap
they as white as your t++th
ain’t gotta speak just have my cheese
b+tch its e

- darkside e lyrics

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