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letra de cobrah - lil wigg

[verse 1: lil wigg]
a venomous cobra
one lash of the fangs you’ll be cold bruh
feel of the scars on my back and my neck and the dents on my dome i’m a soldier
homie i already told ya
no need to talk over some folgers
my crew is ruthless we will leave you toothless ain’t sh-t you can do cause my clique are like vultures
i keep a python on me
cause there’s snakes in the gr-ss
and if you don’t like me then you can just bite me but don’t try to fight me you’ll be on your -ss
i’m feeding you gl-ss
i’m lacking in cl-ss
forget what i’m lacking when ten cadillacs pull up on you with straps and limo tinted gl-ss
i’m cash and metal
you’re just wood, geppetto
need to get his boy
before his head get shattered
and his brain gets splattered
legs and arms get scattered
round the block to cafes
where they’re cooked and battered
and you never heard him
flip his wig, you’re scared
cause when he gets to trippin
and he’s seeing red
you never know what direction he’s finna spray
thinks of cutting his own head off every day

[hook: s god]
somebody cover
the eyes of the cobra
i’m blind when i’m sober
i drive when hungover (yuh)
someone has opened
the eyes of a cold-
blooded soldier who’s
toting, your life is now over (yuh)

[bridge: lil wigg]
you must
wanna
die
you must
wanna
die (yuh)
see it
in my
eye
i just
wanna
die (yuh)
you must
wanna
die
you must
wanna
die yuh
i just
wanna
die
but i don’t
wanna
die young

[verse 2: lil wigg]
cause when he gets mad
he thinks of his dad
and every f-cking bad fight that they’ve had
and when he gets sad he picks up a bag
and lights up a blunt while he huffs on a rag
blows in the air while he’s shaving his hair
and he’s tryna take care of his crew in the lair
so give me the guns
gimme the product
i’ll sell that sh-t at my next family potluck
that’s just how we roll
liquor, dro, smoke out the windows
everybody knows smg bout to put on a show
wiggy with his magic out here mesmerizing all these hoes
flowers out his jacket sleeve and out his -ss pulling these flows

[bridge: lil wigg & s god]
when i’m
pulling
up on
b-tches
every
body
knows what’s up
imma
get to
spraying
‘nition
you don’t
know what’s
in my cup

[verse 3: lil wigg]
a venomous cobra
headed straight for your home, ya
should have just left me alone but
now your son asking for closure
“mommy what happened to daddy? the bad man pulled up in a caddy and took him away
he handed me a gun and then he told me ‘should you ever need me, just call me one day’”
i’m just that poetic
so i’m rolling on the track so energetic
and i’m diaporhetic that means i’m sweating out my f-cking palms
and i have a headache
but i’m not the white boy with the dopest rhymes
i’m in the back of his house with some rope and twine
and he’s 40 something now
i’m 20, holy cow
did i just throw a shot at someone who accounts
for half the rap game since the year 2000?
what the mother fizzuck am i doin now?!
s god help me out!

[verse 4: s god]
hate myself but i’m still the sh-t
it’s f-ck you if you ain’t feelin’ it
talkin’ spit, your life we take it quick
’cause my gang is known to stay with the sh-ts
ion do it myself, i get you hit
have my gang just pull up on you with the stick
imma serve you with sh-lls, i don’t serve a fix
hoe it’s lil god, i’m a blessed b-tch
a murderous lunatic who enjoys shootin’ sh-t
pull out the cannon quick, you gon’ need bandages
aimin’ for damages, why yes i am
you don’t need to know if you don’t understand
you think that you own it, i’m god of this land
and you just a boy tryna act like a man
you couldn’t match up to the boss that i am
if i gave you the blueprint to copy my brand
i just wanna die, but i really don’t
try and touch the money that i’m makin’, you a silly hoe
i just wanna die, imma flip it tho
imma k!ll you dead if you f-ckin’ with the city hoe
you cannot cover the eyes of the cobrah
f-ck with the gang and your life will be over
catchin’ a body, i ride for my soldiers
catchin’ a body, i ride for my aye y

- lil wigg

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