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letra de covid cough - roc marciano

[intro]

[pre-verse: roc marciano]
n-ggas play around til it’s man down
i’m the illest n-gga hands down
air ’em out, air ’em out
n-ggas play around til it’s man down
i’m the illest n-gga hands down
air ’em out, air ’em out

[verse 1: roc marciano]
you know what we came for
you know who gave the wh0re the cocaine jar
what’s all the shade for [?]
thirty shots sprayed off
take you off like [?]
your days are short like your range sport
[?] champagne [?]
paint your brain on the wall [?] bulldog
my airsoft knock a eyeball out your skull
flush you out that hole you been hiding in
you high on the list, the homies gon’ [?]
oh you must’ve forgot i’m rich, i’m a project kid
and you my next project, kid
been should’ve had you fixed
should’ve had you [?]
a drill bit, sh-t i ain’t did a drill in a bit
give ’em a clip, [?] squeal like a pig
life’s a b-tch, triеd to throw grits on a pimp and missed
[?] n-ggas is lit like a tennis [?]
daddy you haven’t said anything
with the pеn they say i’m hemingway, i’m heavyweight
i’m better than n-ggas in every way
[?]
this the cherry on the cake
you most definitely getting spanked
after the gank, your old lady engage in hanky-pank
i’m in her p-ssy doing the stanky leg
[verse 2: schoolboy q]
how you don’t love me like the [?]
you headphones, i’m hands on
in and out the way i handle, huh
you flirtin’ with them candles, uh
you lookin’ lady p-ssy tryna swim with the sharks
n-gga we navy [?] barely seen but platinum and gold
n-gga i’m really nice, the [?] the white dove rose
i can make b-tter fly, i don’t have the time like those
rather make mothers cry, the hit maker done slid down home
because i’m certified, bonafide to knock-knock door
tell me why homicide did [?] swab my t–th like gold
n-gga i rap a lot, [?] your block, you [?] snitchin’ on the gram, you half a cop
i’m in the game, you tryna share my stats huh
i grab the drum out the backpack then boom-bap that
yeah, normally i use it just to scratch my back
don’t gotta with rappers when your contracts maxed
don’t need a hundred n-ggas when you built like that
let’s get it, talkin’ out your ass, you must got me confused
’cause i will not lose, i got nothing to prove
i sold 20, made 20, i’m in the shadow of who?
i’m in the battle with who? that n-gga sweeten my tooth
just a rock in my shoe, can’t stumble my grove
must i humble this dude, brah i pity the fool
you can’t sit at my table, can’t be in my room
just a must in my pits tryna swing from my d-ck
just a but when i fl!ck, [?]
just a burp when i’m drunk, you the ash from the blunt
it don’t matter the clumps, all you n-ggas is lunch
i’m really one of the ones, i can never be done
i’m [?]
[outro: schoolboy q]
covid, n-gga

- roc marciano

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