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letra de cobra kai - babytron

cobra kai lyrics
[intro]
huh, yeah
slide down and strike first like i’m, b-tch
slide down and strike first like i’m, yeah
b-tch (stupid dog, i ain’t gon’ lie, this b-tch hard)

[verse]
slide down and strike first like i’m cobra kai
dirty pop and a zip of runtz, boy, you know i’m high
cuz throwing fours, know some bloods out here throwing fives
sometimes to win, you got to gamble, p-ssy, roll the dice
b-tch, i’m at the nino with the high-rollers
tripping over hoes? no, i’m balanced like a tightroper
touch a pendant? boy, yo life over
dog sh-t militia, slide down, take out five soldiers
ain’t a snake but i’m cold-blooded
twelve hours straight, you ain’t really out here road running
overnight, through the air, b-tch, the bows coming
cut up into dawg like, “why you looking like you stole something?”
what’s in yo pockets? better empty ’em
i ain’t like the gucci flops, i had to fendi ’em
rollie time, brodie told hutch to come presi’ him
(that’s that big face b-tch, lil’ stupid boy)
doggy ran off, i can’t say what i’ma do to boy
gotta play wes, gotta f-ck around and shoot the joy
cartier buffalos on like i’m juice leroy
shooter on a k!ll streak, might see a d-mn nuke deploy
f-ck the haters, boy, i know it hurt they soul to see me win
i can do a verse, sixteen, that’s an easy ten
i can tell them buffs kudos with them cheesy lens
got on vlone but please don’t think we friends
doggy dropped a bag, got some greasy hands
sneakerhead, ain’t you see the trunk full of yeezy, man?
jugg tour, head came to me, that’s an easy ham
3 am, made a light dub, did my sleepy dance
i was off a three of wockiki
chops with me, finna drop the tint, pray the opps see me
own ten in greenfield, finna go and drop fiji
can’t go out bad in the verses, i am not jeezy
brodie on the roof, he just pop a pill too
finna go and blow the presi’ out, tron wilkes booth
brodie hitting shots from the corner, he got sk!ll too
dawg was with his main mans, he got k!lled too
sad story, can’t be us, b-tch, we keep ’em round
new jack city, all these phones, feel like nino brown
you ain’t got no plays, i got three lines beeping now
talking bout a foreign but yo car don’t even growl
late night riding, late night thinking
f-ck champagne, celebrating, we be pint drinking
in the sunlight or when it’s dark, see the ice gleaming
ot, cops fl!ck me, told ’em i was sightseeing
unky in the mountains, no street lights, he high beaming
j-panese steak, told him make sure that the rice seasoned
or i’ma smack the sh-t out the chef
dog sh-t, dog sh-t, they p-ssed that i left a mess
[outro]
huh, sh-ttyboyz
huh, huh, they p-ssed that i left a mess
dog sh-t militia, you know what the f-ck going on
smack the sh-t out the chef, told him make sure that the rice seasoned
out of town, he be high beaming
b-tch, yeah

- babytron

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