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letra de koo koo - cellow

[intro: cellow]
(marc boomin, this you?)
jugg
4l
(boomin need extras)

[verse 1: cellow]
rio, what you on? let’s do a tape in a f-ckin’ night
real four of red inside a sprite, it’ll change your life
got the work cheaper, dropped a nine, brick got me livin’ life
really, i meant livin’ nice, but you get the picture
a thousand-eight up on the scale, a real brick flipper
i’m a rapper and a trapper, i know how to switch ’em
lo-lo turn to mad max with that strap, we never playin’ victim
we stick together like the g’s that’s hangin’ on the jugg
coochie man got me thinkin’ what my lil’ eatеr could
ridin’ through the city gettin’ brain, swervin’ outta lanеs
n-ggas broke and worried ’bout jugg cellow, need to hit a stain
no burger king, you try me, your grill gon’ meet the flame
diamonds in the chain
i been up all night pushin’ out hits like lil wayne
got rio with me, touch him, chokeslam you like i’m kane
lil’-body n-gga, keep the stick and i’ll really bust you
security cool, but i’m dependent on my lil’ muscle
lil’ cellow cuckoo, burst a n-gga bubble
put the footwork in, it’s all about the hustle
the ap don’t need no light, it’s dancin’ in the huddle, n-gga
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
i feel like barney rubble
chase a n-gga barefeet, then crack his m-ffin
shut your fake ass up, you got thirty cousins
he thought he bought some real ‘za, gelato 31, yeah
pour a pop, take my cup and pour another one in it
beat the p-ssy down, i’ll never stick my tongue in it
assh0l- is for sh-ttin’, i’ll never stick my thumb in it
just met a bad b-tch on onlyfans, she let me f-ck for one-fifty
hold on, bro, back up, my gun trippin’
just bust a play and got into a shootout with a k and had my son with me
man, this lil’ n-gga bad as f-ck, he had a gun with him
plastic tips on the .308, i can run with it
i got some trish lines for one-seventy-five
up big glock on dog, he caught eleven-nine
d-mn, i mean nine-eleven
i just shot a n-gga casket up, he died in heaven
just know i’m on full bullsh-t, you see me ridin’ with kevin
we dropped a hundred shots on them boys and threw a bomb separate
honeycomb sittin’ in the watch, it was flower setted
i do not wanna f-ck that b-tch, she be powder sniffin’
red strip down my coat, i’m a prada n-gga
my verses dope, they don’t buy yours, my product different
and i ain’t shoot the n-gga mama daughter, but i popped his sister
you shot your mans playin’ with a gun, you is not a k!ller
man, y’all n-ggas ain’t k!llin’ sh-t
ghetto boyz in this b-tch, we ain’t stealin’ sh-t
we all got a dime on us, that’s a hundred strip

- cellow

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