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Covid Cough
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Roc Marciano
Roc Marciano
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Rahkeim Calief Meyer
Rahkeim Calief Meyer
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Rahkeim Calief Meyer
Rahkeim Calief Meyer
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Niggas play around til it's man down I'm the illest nigga hands down Air 'em out, air 'em out Niggas play around til it's man down I'm the illest nigga hands down Air 'em out, air 'em out You know what we came for You know who gave the whore the cocaine jaw What's all the shade for The numbers on the three eighty was shaved off Thirty shots sprayed off Take you off like a stray dog Your days are short like your Range sport Pop an Ace of Spades champagne cork Paint your brain on the wall off forty bulldog My airsoft knock a eyeball out your skull Flush you out that hole you been hiding in You high on the list, the homies gon' fly your wig Oh you must've forgot I'm rich, I'm a project kid And you my next project, kid Been should'vе had you fixed Should've had you a wrench A drill bit, shit I ain't did a drill in a bit Givе 'em a clip, bet he squeal like a pig Life's a bitch, tried to throw grits on a pimp and missed Your shit is like ten percent diss Niggas is lit like a tennis link Daddy you haven't said anything With the pen they say I'm Hemingway, I'm a heavyweight I'm better than niggas in every way The Sky Dweller is Perrier This the cherry on the cake You most definitely getting spanked After the gank, your old lady engage in hanky-pank I'm in her pussy doing the stanky leg How you don't love me like the wind do? You headphones, I'm hands-on In and out the way I handle, huh You flirtin' with them candles, uh You lookin' lady-like, pussy tryna swim with the sharks Nigga we navy height, barely seen but platinum and gold Nigga I'm really nice, the gat peeled, the white dove rose I can make butter fly, I don't have the time like those Rather make mothers cry, the hit make her slid down home Because I'm certified, bonafide to knock-knock door Tell me why homicide did numbers swab my teeth like gold Nigga I rap a lot, spin your block, you dry snitchin' on the gram, you half a cop I'm in the game, you tryna share my stats huh I grab the drum out the backpack then boom-bap that Yeah, normally I use it just to scratch my back, uh Don't gotta hang with rappers when your contract's maxed, uh Don't need a hundred niggas when you built like that Let's get it, talkin' out your ass, you must got me confused 'Cause I will not lose, I got nothing to prove I sold 20, made 20, I'm in the shadow of who? I'm in the battle with who? That nigga sweeten my tooth Just a rock in my shoe, can't stumble my groove Must I humble this dude, bruh I pity the fool You can't sit at my table, can't be in my room Just a must in my pits tryna swing from my dick Just a but when I flick, Wagyu when I pick Just a burp when I'm drunk, you the ash from the blunt It don't matter the clumps, all you niggas is lunch I'm really one of the ones, I can never be done I'm ___ Covid, nigga
Writer(s): Quincey Hanley, Rahkeim C Meyer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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