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letra de comatose - cairo!

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(hook)

young cairo!
smokin dope
till he comatose
big long tokes
then i ask
where the bad hoes?
n-ggas gon fold
cuz they know
that i’m back home
b-tch u should know
that i’m mad
in attack mode

n-gga
so god d-mn cold
call him frozone
up on
skid-row
w yo hoe
break her back-bone
n-gga
so sick
make a wish
that you’d yak holmes
n-ggas can’t take
that step
like a half-tone
(verse 1)

punk lil n-ggas
always switch shoulda knew it lame
f-ck ass n-ggas
want my b-tch see they start to hate
they talk sh-t on ig
yea behind screens
spend days thinkin bout me
tryna bite me

n-ggas just can’t be me
it’s a pipe dream
i’m gettin too hot
started drippin like some ice cream
grown ass men
act like kids
sh-t is frightning
u my son
time for bed
say goodnight g

(hook)

young cairo!
smokin dope
till he comatose
big long tokes
then i ask
where the bad hoes?
n-ggas gon fold
cuz they know
that i’m back home
b-tch u should know
that i’m mad
in attack mode
(verse 2)

f-ck w ya n-gga
f-ck w a winna
f-ck w a g
i’m that n-gga
dumb lil n-ggas never could see
now the vision
so god d-mn big it block up yo screen
go figure
same n-ggas wanna ride on my d
cuz i stack the cream
like a godd-mn machine
feel like imma beast n-ggas
tell em better believe
ain’t no stoppin me
name the dream team
it’s
me, me, me, me, me
that you seein

and a n-gga str8
afflicted w the sickness
like corona virus
i’m sick of all these b-tches
steady trippin d-mn i
need some silence
member how these n-ggas
f-ckin doubted if a n-gga got it
now i’m makin noise and these lil
b-tch ass n-ggas quiet
(hook)

young cairo!
smokin dope
till he comatose
big long tokes
then i ask
where the bad hoes?
n-ggas gon fold
cuz they know
that i’m back home
b-tch u should know
that i’m mad
in attack mode

n-gga
so god d-mn cold
call him frozone
up on
skid-row
w yo hoe
break her back-bone
n-gga
so sick
make a wish
that you’d yak holmes
n-ggas can’t take
that step
like a half-tone

(verse 3)

i’ll go one more time for these b-tches
one more line
one more lie from these b-tches
if one more try
i’m gon find all you n-ggas
one more foul
‘fore it’s good-bye for these n-ggas

one more bite
fore i drop bombs on these n-ggas
one more fight
fore i take lives from these n-ggas
one more opp
might just die said a n-gga
got no sight
eye for an eye w these n-ggas

i’m so f-ckin sick and tired of these
fake ass n-ggas talkin boi
stupid lil p-ssy lil n-ggas
that i will destroy
slicin through these n-ggas
blow em up just like a rocket boi
i’m comin for they heads
hunt em down got em para(noid)

i don’t care if i’m sinner
bury all these n-ggas
chainsaw
tearin all these n-ggas
scary how a n-gga
can not
spare another n-gga
fair amount of liqour
may drop
erry f-ckin n-gga
f-ck all these n-ggas
d-mn boi

(hook)

young cairo!
smokin dope
till i’m comatose
big long tokes
then i ask
where the bad hoes?
n-ggas gon fold
cuz they know
that i’m back home
b-tch u should know
that i’m mad
in attack mode

tell these n-ggas they can’t f-ckin stop him
n they better know me
better know me
man they better know me

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