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Cocoa Brovaz - Black Trump lyrics
Featuring Raekwon] Intro: [Steele] {Raekwon} I had to get some real professionals for the job son {Numero cats} Word Up Word Up {Straight Blazin} Blazin thru (x6) [Steele] Pack mode time to strike like a cobra Poisonous venom thru your system killin' you slower Niggaz blowin thru each other ? ? You know me son show respect when I'm rockin the ? Steam rollin on niggaz my team straight blowin 'em Got em throwin they gunz in tha air like Onyx Test the Smif-n-wessun, crew niggaz ? [Raekwon] Let me warn y'all killaz upstairs, i see all y'all heavy like balls, niggaz i might blow y'all Your ammo see y'all court block, blowin up ya ammo handle gun on the ledge i might blow his hand off lookin at you wide like fuck you probably think i'm high What, chain around my like bluff, headin for egypt hennessey drink, mohaggany gunz Trees duck, come out yo shirt Buckle knees duck, like a rag nigga, throw some weed up It's cassablanca rag throw some g's up let's poly slow motion status, bring the keys up wonderin runners is lookin mighty feesed up right suit bitch FBI throw his gunz up [Tek] Vegaz money niggaz holdin gunz armed for the lift, bustin, pussys up yo baby need new shoes and a outfit i see ya stick up kidz ya come wit, the dick lick swing hit limp from bushwick 2 hits wit da 2 deck shit ya heard about em now open up ya shirt and sew the tag see green ya double, if ya triple, ya bitch push me Chorus: (repeat x2) got a poly wit ya crew stickin loot up ya big up weight throw ya boots up if ya step into da club wit ya gunz up puttin pictures on mine ta raze da roof up gotta keep it in da fam, check, check it out [Steele & Raekwon] Minolta flash, gun in da stash homin 4 both hats tek why ya slap fire out em, hold fast bitchez gotta pay da hard way, allah swingin on em Like a San Diego Padre [Steele] You first went da godz way, say lets start way Professional marksmen, swimmin like killin sharks We leak, feelin heartless On point like a dart shit Bomb Yo camp If You want this Connect With convicts, on some john shit [Tek] Switch do camouflage, cat get the money in fact Go to war like Japan, if you push and do dat Keep his movements to 3, when he out in da streetz Keep the stash filled with high heat, when drove the streetz [Steele] Keep the ghetto bashers, when in your crib like 2 mash men When I run wit a tek and we ain't askin, we blastin Chef wit da extra cannon from Staten Rhyme official live, bust caps when makin it happen [Tek] You gotta make power moves, black gunz & cash rule Hold my 8 straight, cuz I been payin dues Wave kid from way back tryin to make a mil stack when miami money cats will leave you layin down flat Chorus (x3) raze da roof up, word up (x7) guess who's the Black trump (x6) Chorus x2 |
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