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sutaijian - cosanostra lyrics

this my devills trill sonata
all my trill n+++s going like the carter
this the part three not the four
i put a whole one fourth in my system
all these fine b+tches got me screaming don dada
i done seen the finer things in life and
the finer women
all yall fools don’t understand my blueprint
2001 i ain’t thumbing no ones
the devil on my shoulder, but im looking for the one
back by popular demand
saudi arabia walking through the sands
i ain’t have no dj esco but all my beats al dente
al fresco
this my devils trill sonata
coso nostra, pull up in stealth in a honda
do that wine pon dance on the polе
uk b+tch tryna frisk me, i might be up on that b+tch like im frisco
mе and my hooligans, in that rally whip tuned it up like it hoonigan
rest in peace to ken block
running my complex like it’s the new age o block
glockenspiel 14 rounds send you right back up to god
my pitbulls tryna hunt some skin down
they like bloodhounds
i had to keep on a muzzle on them
so they don’t put a motherf+cker in the past tense
make it make sense
threw that b+tch out to the streets
and yall fools took her ass in
imma put that b+tch past tense
and make her bend over my counter table
im telling yall no street fables
my shooters out here down to k!ll for anything
they’d k!ll your best friend for some spare change
or dead your baby mama for a wedding ring
to someone like me that don’t mean anything
cause i’ve been heartbroken so many times, love don’t mean anything
love done been dead to me
to somebody like me
love don’t live here on earth, hate does
that’s why god took my brother even though his heart was full of love
some people still here and all they ever did was hate on us
but he never kept his heart on his sleeve
that’s why the shots rang out and hit him in the chest and it was his time to leave
so when it comes to dealing with trauma imma pass any test

shirley basset said it was easy to be hard
but these latina things it so easy
little b+tch take that meat like you coming off of lent
i douse it in the fire of my masculinity
so if your ass a b+tch then you oughta get your backs bent, for me
earned our muscles and our stretch marks off of lifting bodies
not carrying a motherf+cker baby
throw em in the creek so we don’t catch another homi
best believe they ain’t even gonna be looking for a our kind
what’s my life to the police
never catch me dial a 9+11
i put twelve shots in my head rather than call up twelve
if you pent up in a penthouse with defense like the pentagon
we can still perch up on your neighbour in front of the hood because you got neighbours you could trust
not us
and let up ten shots in the air just to get y’all scared
you can move out of it but you won’t get without it
and once you feel the thrill best believe you can’t live without
it’s all in a cycle, this is violence, this is violence
i’ve been moving packs real silent
i’ve been moving packs in silent
five fives for one stash, my whole team looking all strapped and contraband yeah
posted up with a bunch of my soldiers, risking it all for a shot at false redemption
the tension
you can feel it build up in the air
see them let shots up, get their souls scared
feel the bullets skimp through the skies
and see the fear in the eyes
but you ain’t seen it in real life you done seen it all on air
and i know you hear the pain in my voice
while you in your crib, drowning out our shots with some white noise, and some white wine
this my devills trill sonata
all my trill n+++s going like the carter
this the part three not the four
i put a whole one fourth in my system
all these fine b+tches got me screaming don dada

- sutaijian lyrics

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