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tumaggz – coughin’ lyrics

[verse 1: tumaggz]
i don’t tell these p+ssies sh+t cuz
p+ssies talk a lot
i won’t pass a p+ssy sh+t if smoking
woods still makes him cough
don’t step foot on gladstone
we protect the spot like camelot
all my h+llhounds down to scr+p
we swing em hard with all we got

riding
to the spot we wylin
hit a motherf+cking cop he dying
hit a motherf+ckers block while smiling
took a son from his mother she crying
all of this sh+t ain’t tough talk
everybody hates a n+gga no chris rock
everybody wanna see a n+gga wrist locked up in some steel
i ain’t talking bout no wrist watch

yeah that boy might k!ll his parents but he ain’t gon k!ll me
met a foreign b+tch from paris she gon get on both knees
got a fresh pack boy you smoking on that old tree
with yo dusty musty crusty ass boy you ain’t no og

whole game f+cked
all you n+ggas got it criss cross
see you stunting on em
why you rocking all the ross drip
smoking on that wood tip
cheaper than a cheese nip
you be sucking d+ck
for a feature on some bullsh+t
shooter with a full clip
boy drop that pin
got seven whole n+ggas like sect finna send
straps can stay back handle this like some men
but we know you a coward so we gon roll in
i don’t tell these p+ssies sh+t cuz
p+ssies talk a lot
i won’t pass a p+ssy sh+t if smoking
woods still makes him cough
don’t step foot on gladstone
we protect the spot like camelot
all my h+llhounds down to scr+p
we swing em hard with all we got

i don’t tell these p+ssies sh+t cuz
p+ssies talk a lot
i won’t pass a p+ssy sh+t if smoking
woods still makes him cough
don’t step foot on gladstone
we protect the spot like camelot
all my h+llhounds down to scr+p
we swing em hard with all we got

[verse 2: sect unit]

we swing em hard with all we got
i knock a n+gga out his socks
we pull up on him like we lightning leave his ass straight f+ckin shocked, huh
now he lookin at the sky, cause that b+tch got f+ckin dropped
smokin good sh+t got me coughin
put him in a coffin and leave him to die
b+tch n+gga run up on me then he must got a death wish
floppin around like a dyin fish
rich n+gga sh+t i’ll hit you with a fresh whip
playin wit me and you dyin b+tch
prayin to not see god and sh+t
sayin you just want out of it
and i’ll put you out yo misery
the last thing you’ll f+ckin see is me
wit a smirk on my face
i bet the sh+t that you said you wanna take back
that’s not how it work in this place
you just another f+ckin homicide case
homicide, suicide, genocide, i call that sh+t icin the cake
they say sect you don’t got a f+ckin heart
then i got a organ to take
then i got a organ to steal
everything so fake to me so it ain’t hard to point out what’s real
i got b+tches that pay for the bill
them n+ggas go crazy yeah they go stupid when they be off of them pills
i put that p+ssy right in a coffin then i’m headed to the hills
b+tch

- tumaggz lyrics

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