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Cognac

Hip-Hop/Rap

Cognac was released on March 14, 2024 by Miggslato as a part of the album Cognac - Single

Song Details

AlbumCognac - Single

Release DateMarch 14, 2024

LabelMiggslato

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM95

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Miggslato

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

SaldaBeatz

Producer

Lyrics

(ha ha ha)

(uh)

Miggslato

Ya hear me

(uh, yeah)

i’m walkin’ around steppin’ in my air force 1’s,

Walkin’ round the way and heard a duh duh duh

(Duh Duh)

Bitches geekin’ tryna freak all on me,

But dollar signs n commas man that’s all I see,

(Duh Duh)

Im countin’ racks I count em up like 1,2,3

Im settin’ trends n now they tryna be like me,

Im sippin’ Cognac,

I’m pickin’ Henny over Dussé,

‘Cause I don’t ever wanna listen to what you say,

I’m sippin’ Cognac,

I’m pickin’ Henny over Dussé,

‘Cause I don’t ever wanna listen to what you say

(La, La, La, La)

It’s goin’ in one ear and comin’ out the other,

Why should I listen to you if I don’t listen to my mother,

I be thuggin’ with my brother,

Chasin’ cheddar wit my lover,

Spittin’ heat just like a oven,

I don’t push my weight I shove it,

All that hatin’ shit I stuff it,

Like McDonald’s she gon’ love it,

‘Cause I feed her,

I’m McLovin,

I be,

Contemplating to much,

‘Cause I got to much on my mind,

Chillin’ on the balcony just tryna clear my mind,

Got a Jay in my hand,

And like two more on my mind,

(Two more on my mind)

You’re out of line,

I be,

Chillin’ dolo wit a nine call me “Romo”,

Sittin’ on the toilet takin’ shits all on these bitches,

Flush em down da pipe

(Ahh Ohhh)

To clean the misery they livin’

How the fuck you gotta job but you barely count the digits,

You fuckin’ up the paper that you getting,

(That you gettin’)

Pressing me to make a move, just for you to have a plan,

But you never had no goals,

(Goals)

So where the fuck was you gon’ go,

To get some jewelry from the store, n**** barely got some clothes,

Got some jays on his feet but they talkin’ through his toes

(They was talking through his toes)

Said he was slime but he’s just sick he wiped his nose,

I dribble down court and split that lane just like D. Rose

(D. Rose)

And then I rose

Row, row, row ya boat down the stream

(The stream)

My brother popping out with the, fuckin’ beam,

(Brrr Bah)

He’s got a mask on like it’s Halloween

(Halloween)

He rob from lil kids like it’s Chuck E. Cheese,

She got me fucked up bitch I stole ya cane,

(Cane)

Go call ya manz bitch i’ll hit him with the, cane (BOW)

Go call ya manz bitch i’ll put him in a jay,

(Jay)

Spice that shit with funnel, heavy handed all the (Way)

I’m sippin’ Cognac,

I’m pickin’ Henny over Dussé,

‘Cause I don’t ever wanna listen to what you say

It’s goin’ in one ear and comin’ out the other,

Why should I listen to you if I don’t listen to my mother,

(Ohh Ohh)

I be thuggin’ with my brother,

Chasin’ cheddar wit my lover,

Spittin’ heat just like a oven,

I don’t push my weight I shove it,

All that hatin’ shit I stuff it,

Like McDonald’s she gon’ love it,

‘Cause I feed her,

I’m McLovin,

I be,

Contemplating to much,

‘Cause I got to much on my mind

(Got to much on my mind)

I’m walking outside with two twin tens by my side (Yeh by my side)

I’m drinking dark man fuck the light,

(Man fuck the light)

She’s tryna get fucked tonight

(She’s tryna get railed)

Poured the Henney out licked it off you

(Off you)

Put some whipped cream on ya titties too

(Titties too)

Hold up don’t bring the freak up outta me

(Outta me)

‘Cause you don’t know how freaky i could really be

(Really be)

You could see the tip through them double d’s

(Double D’s)

Hit it from the back got her on her hands and knees

That’s what happens when you’re off the Hennessy

Fucked her soggy style my thumb between her cheeks

Long stroke her till she’s drenching up the sheets,

I looked her in her eyes while i was choking her

50 Shades of Grey to me that’s child’s play,

You would think we on a boat the way we sway

(sway)

Even when we fucking yeah we hit the jay,

called room service now the Hennys on the way,

(on the way)

Turn the music up baby hit replay,

(replay)

we’re downing this Henney bottle fuck the Dussé

(Dussé)

I’m cross faded baby roll another jay

Ain’t no way this n**** brought me a Dussé

im countin racks i count em up like 1,2,3

im settin trends n now they tryna be like me,

im sippin cognac,

i’m pickin henny over dusse,

cause ion ever wanna listen to what you say

(La la, la la la, ahh)

Written by: Miggslato

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