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zotiyac – cobra lyrics

[intro]
ándale cortez

[pre+chorus]
big ass glock in my britches
even my b+tches wave sticks, them hoes witches
n+gga say he was f+ckin’ my b+tch, n+gga which one?
sh+t i can’t give no f+ck, you can pick one
got a big ass mouth with a big tongue
you can have that hoe back when i get done
n+gga talk crazy get foul just like and1
put some sh+t on his top like a manbun
b+tch ass n+gga got smoked with a handgun

[chorus]
p+ssy ass n+gga got rolled up
put that flame underneath that boy ass and he blowed up
hit a snake with some sh+t that i clutch like a cobra n+gga
but my boy a shooter he colder
yeah, my bro got a jay i might call that boy hova
bet a b+tch ass n+gga get change like a sofa
f+ck ’round get hit in his brain and get put to a coma n+gga
get put to a coma

[verse]
ain’t talkin’ ’bout no washington i’m ‘finna just dome ’em
shootas hop out that toyota, you smell that aroma
and the more dead n+ggas in it, the smell just get stronger
boy i smoke up a half and i smoke up another one
f+ck on this b+tch then she leave, hit another one
please do not try me, run up and i’m uppin’ one
all these shots to the face, what the f+ck is you duckin’ from?
okay bl!cky on me, only+
only, only leavin’ with it on me
it get wicked on me
pop out with twin switches on me
yeah, i keep two of them b+tches, keep them twitches on me
lil’ bruh tried dissin’ on me, now we pourin’ out liquor for this n+gga homie
boy shots through the car door, f+ck around hit through the seat, floor leave the n+gga dead in his dior
n+ggas type on the keyboard talkin’ so much n+gga we bored
all these b+tches can blow me like c4
n+ggas talk about sh+t that they seen on the internet ain’t never been like the sea floor
all that b+tch do talk sh+t and just eat more
i can’t f+ck with that thot she a cheap wh0re
[chorus]
p+ssy ass n+gga got rolled up
put that flame underneath that boy ass and he blowed up
hit a snake with some sh+t that i clutch like a cobra n+gga
but my boy a shooter he colder
yeah, my bro got a jay i might call that boy hova
bet a b+tch ass n+gga get change like a sofa
f+ck ’round get hit in his brain and get put to a coma n+gga
get put to a coma

- zotiyac lyrics

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