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oschino - cosmic kev come up show freestlye lyrics

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“f the police”, mumia abu inspired

my comrades there that stuck behind like barbed wires

we aspire for currency, bent coupes burgundy

a n-gga will never get no bentley n-gga working at no burger king

shot me – got me stuck up in surgery

came home, shot him back, now he in emergency

do dirt, get dirt, i just wanna get work

dirty kid only had two pants and 6 shirts

hate being poor ‘cause i adore velour

ol’ graveyard shift by the corner store

sh-t i always wanted more

more money, more b-tches

big house that had more rooms with more kitchens

bad boy and i ain’t talking puff and will smithin’

bad boy that’ll run up in your room with the smith & –

snitching is a no-no, red and white polo

you take four birds you can sell it for the low-low

balling, tony romo, d&g logo,

love my little chick, i don’t care if she’s a ho though

bounce, sipping yellow sh-t got them on solo

got a good connect he look just like miguel cotto.

percocet poppin’, whip with every option

always on bread n-gga you could call me sausage

hand gun lover

only had one rubber

and i had to hit twice so that’s another baby mother

f who don’t love it, f who don’t like it

me and my n-ggas on paper like hand writing

???????, why mess around and wife her

i’m just a hooligan who got the soul of a lifer

dad was a piper, mom was a piper

sold drugs to get double pipes on the white viper

came from the struggle n-gga nelson mandela

don’t get the -ssignment if you know you can’t sell it

homie you a hater, i can smell it

we be holding heavy metal n-gga van halen.

hot summer nights, cold hard goons

candy paint old school ??? maroon

’69 chevy, 20 for the bezzy

got my first hand gun from my uncle eddie

set the range rover on plates like spaghetti

lookin debaner, lookin debanar, lookin debanar…

new frank muller

n-ggas always wanna k!ll dreams, fred kruger

rather see you in prison, then see you at the jeweler

walking out the b-tch like sl!ck rick the ruler,

born in the sewer, raised in manure

but always had the mind of an entrepreneur

neighborhood dangerous – whole lot of shooters

had to keep a mac and i ain’t talking bout computers

grind all the time, keep pushing like a scooter

everyday no days off, ferris bueller,

keep fish scales ain’t talking bout tuna

talking about the sh-t that make you nod – brain tumors

supply and demand

cops lie on the stand

get caught with a bird you probably die in the can

400 months, gotta add it up

trying to do the math sitting on your top bunk

money and the powder, ???

seen c0ke goons get k!lled by cowards

funeral flowers, he’s with a higher power

same day he died, his girl had a baby shower

as the world turns, manners i ain’t learned

4 n-ggas 1 chick, we was taking turns

on the road to riches i ain’t taking no turns

yes i smoke haters but i never smoked sherm

3–car garage, 2-girl ménage

grind grind since n-ggas wore karl kani

no alibi, booked for a body

bail so high its like 20 maseratis

celly was a dope head, old as bill cosby

tracks on his arms like: ‘where the f-cks the trolley?’

singing teddy riley

thinking bout home

you try to call yo girl but she ain’t picking up the phone

your homey’s in the hole

a n-gga’s in the zone

you had to walk the yard, you couldn’t walk on parole

real – so cold

n-gga’s heart froze

ice in his veins, smoke coming out his nose

death before dishonor

don’t even bother:

“take me back to prison, i don’t give a sh-t your honor,”

snitches get stiches, and i don’t like stiches

i like aston martins when they purring like a kitten

try and get a job, they wouldn’t give me no position

so me and sellingdope was on a head on collision

won’t ask for permission, take what we wanted

yea we poppin cris’ and i ain’t talking young gunna

yeah it feel good n-gga to be a stunna

pinky ring cost more than homeboy humma

lookin for my mother, that was ’89

n-ggas had cats that was tall as lebron

black top, blue top, graffiti on the rooftop

no bank account, kept the paper in the shoe box

loved the thug life before i ever heard of 2pac

strong armed robberies, die soon probably

that was my demeaner, sh-t wasn’t no calmin me

hurt when you 12 – no dad no mommy

dreaming about steak and you ain’t even got salami

so when you see o, you should see survivor

since day one been my on sole provider…. (echo)

going 150 in the coupe, i see you later hater

oschino fly you can call me aviator

flow radiator, k!ll them all, regulator

all i ever do is step it up homie escalator

i’m on a respirator, trying to talk extra fly

left him dead like b.i.g. left i

left in a ??? came back in a 5

left with yo chick, she came back with a son

i’m the one, not two, not three, not four

used to hustle by the store with fila velour

you want war pull guns make you lay on the floor

spray a hater in his back and then spray him some more

because we’re the hooligan posse, k!ller kamikaze

raised by the projects not raised by a cosby

i don’t need no i.d., they know the boy’s face

take me straight to v.i.p. man you know your boy straight, yeah…

- oschino lyrics

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