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roney - cobra lyrics

[intro]
don’t get close
haan
gang
ron dawg

[verse 1: roney]
riding is official, banging out the issue
just start f-ck waiting on the whistle
my strap bangs loud like a pistol
one bullet turn a n-gg- into crippled
minds not stable, bodies not able to hold it
so i ease down with the potion
henny with the hypo, i turn hulk hogan
no body slams slap em with a four clip
heads wide open barrel still smoking
don’t get close when we’re in motion
from the day i dropped my flow it got stolen
young n-gg- slump n-gg-s crazy like the omen
leave em wide open gushing out organs
live n-gg-s riding out seven in the morning
catch em while he yawning walk up right on em
knocking him out of his lights life and his jordans
they don’t got stripes cause they fighting just to earn it
they don’t got bridges in my city cause they burned em
leaving yg’s who they hire for the murders
put a couple g’s on your life like insurance

[hook: sick]
n-gg-s said this, calling me a cobra
me i’m just a general defending my soldiers
it’s hard to work i play that sh-t like a controller
controller controller
n-gg-s said this, calling me a hiss hiss hiss
me i’m just a general defending my soldiers
it’s hard to work i play that sh-t like a controller
controller controller

[verse 2: roney]
n-gg-s lying saying they riding and i laugh
till i run up on these n-gg-s for the stash
if i let it clap he never coming back
i was dead broke i ain’t never going back
take a walk on my block it’s haunted
welcome to the block every n-gg- is boxed in
guns by the boxes houses like trenches
eighty year old men buying work with their pension
i remember running from detention
now running from the bull pig and the west detention
twenty four k chains looking like a lemon
doing more than spitting crack n-gg- i sell it
she want an escort she a expert
miley cyrus how she famous for the -ss twerk
she only shake it she no dancer
booty hanging it look like her back hair
p-ssy cat all black call her panther
bust it wide open i don’t need a p-ssword
goonie still smoking i don’t worry about cancer
worried about guns, drugs, money and the slammer

[hook: sick]
n-gg-s said this, calling me a cobra
i’m just a general defending my soldier
it’s hard to work i play that sh-t like a controller
controller controller
n-gg-s said this, calling me a hiss hiss hiss
me i’m just a general defending my soldier
it’s hard to work i play that sh-t like a controller
controller controller

[verse 3: sick]
me i’m mr. work something like a stroller
me i leave a hole in you the size of a donut
the only, the only love is cause we blowing up
but they get no love

[outro]
haan
gang
ron dawg

- roney lyrics

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