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lil cob - no hook lyrics

[verse 1: lil cob]
walk thru i’m f+ckin’ your b+tch
poppin’ that b+tch like a zit
woo in this b+tch like i’m ric
she wanna f+ck cause i’m rich
lemonade like how i drip
frontin’ not talking bout flips
like me cause i am the sh+t
the uzi stay riding my hip
writing this sh+t with no hook
shootin’ my shot like d book
so shut the f+ck up you a crook
i got the sauce so they look
now you wanna read up my book
so you get the f+ck out my hood
you talk til you see me you shook
stop crying you mof+ckin’ sook
you wanna go and just curve
shoutout my brotha lil swerve
pull up boy you got some nerves
curly hair i got a perm
while you just talk i just earn
your crib is gon’ f+ckin’ burn
you want a seat it’s reserved
so shut the f+ck up wait your turn
p+ssy boy you just be kickin’
shoutout to diggy and krispy
brothers now don’t get it twisted
i got the voss yeah i’m dripping
shawty yeah we gon’ get busy
b+tch you is gon’ f+ckin’ miss me
diamonds be dancing and glisten
shut up lil b+tch you gon’ listen
p+ssy still tryna talk sh+t
you mad cause i f+cked on your b+tch
b+tch i’m not giving a f+ck what you say
because you are still scared to get hit
you pull up and see me at parties
oh where is your b+tch yeah i’m sorry
we went to the back and i pulled down my pants
and i dove in that b+tch like jeff hardy
[verse 2: chicken syrup]
syrup and cob
syrup and cob
syrup and cob
syrup and cob
cob cob throw me the lob
whoopin’ this beat like i am the rock
she got my phone but it’s locked
watch me on burners cause she know she blocked
keep atleast 200 my socks
if we pull up she givin’ that gawk
gawk gawk 3000
i’m on the top of the mountain
b+tch i got drip like a fountain
shoutout my haters i love y’all for doubtin’
canadian syrup like bret hart
i don’t break hearts i shred hearts
foulin’ the beat they gave me a red card
can’t take advice cause my head hard
can’t take advice i don’t care
casual fits designer i don’t wear
billions of people not all of them billionaires
do what i want like “when and where?”
do what i want cause i can
this song ’bout to make us like 10 bands
play by my side like a wristband
try and diss me now i’m looking like this man
wanna be me you know that i’m cool
f+ck rules i’ve been bending the rules
f+ck saving i’ve been spending my jewels
this hoe nuts i ain’t talking ’bout screws
this hoe nuts i ain’t talking ’bout bolts
stay with the heat while you wearing a coat
shoutout the gang no we ain’t no cult
nation wide going coast to coast

- lil cob lyrics

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