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letra de iron cobra - likwuid

iron cobra lyrics
[verse 1]
girl next door still rocking the converse
if you got the commerce, baby, we’ll converse
chronological flow, i gotta see the money first
not a gold digger but i drop gems and mine earth
(this ain’t no fly-by-night sh-t)
this that trapper/keeper, late to class type mambo
back of the bus, give me a beat type mojo
beating on the counter when the lunch line moving slow
ain’t no bombsh-ll like nikki or either azalea
so for tastemakers it’s hard to swallow my flavor
still i gotta give the people something they can savor
it’s mighty hard when they rooting for your failure
so you walk around like there ain’t nothing they can tell ya
l, you sound mad, man, that’s mighty odd
but i’m a black woman in america so pardon me
tell me if i’m too blunt, that’s l
none greater than love, homie, and that’s l
see i’m going for the jugular
shawty, i’m just flexing on ‘em, gotta keep it muscular
franchise, baby girl, you are just a customer
mad ‘cause they loving her and you can’t get enough of her
my doo been here since the doobie years
i done been to the bottom so i’m bringing up the rear
top-bound top down, staring in the rear
mash and dash on the gas, no hands i steer
how i look from the derriere
my dawgs go hard like a terrier
[chorus]
they hate it when i call myself a queen
but i’m first lady status
you don’t see this pink and green?
don’t say that you wrote that
have lil mama quote that
afro pick with the fist on the back, black
i’m on it…

[verse 2]
ay look, i spent a hundred grand on this college degree
now what did america do for me?
[?] gassed up while the dollar got inflation
that’s why my homies blazing, call it higher education, man
‘bout to set this thing off like tt, ’til we chillin’ in the stars with et
a penny for your thoughts, guess you’re waiting on change
the land of the free so i’m waiting on chain
never thought i’d live to see a real black president
but n-ggas still use the word n-gga so it’s relative
progress, contest, two sides to every coin
we need the pistols and the pencils so we must join
lead, lead, bullet or the ballot
only terrorists i know carry police badges and wear tailor-made suits to the pentagon and be lying to the babies in the synagogue
race, color, creed, ain’t no difference to me
‘cause we all the same color when we bleed, homie
i be on it…

- likwuid

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