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letra de costra nostra - youngs teflon & blade brown

[intro: youngs teflon]
(m10nthebeat)
(is this how you’re moving, jackson?)
uh-huh

[verse 1: youngs teflon]
i put ’em on the slang, then taught ’em ’bout the source
four-wheel horse how i’m motorin’ the sports
he just left court, now he orderin’ a corpse
capo sent the order, now they morgue’ing up his corpse
you only die once, make sure the sh-t counts
dinner dates with bae, eatin’ sh-t i can’t pr-nounce
i done my t days, i ain’t baggin’ up a ounce
and if pay for sprays, they be taggin’ up your house
the semi made in spain, but the shuttle’s from dior
shе know what i’m like, i ain’t perfect, but i’m purе
and how am i gonna settle when i’m settlin’ the score?
racin’ in the truck with the pedal to the floor
said that i’m a poet, but i came without a vuge
goin’ and ask your missus, probably tell you i’m a mood
my new sh-t drop, rappers redder than some loubs
vip suite, she just smellin’ on my ood
[chorus: youngs teflon]
came a long way, countin’ pennies from the sofa
now we rock the silk shirts with the penny loafers
put him in the post or we put him on a poster
mizzy or the glizzy, air fryer or the toaster
countin’ fifty large in the mornin’ with a mocha
this thing of ours a.k.a. la cosa nostra
shoulda made vogue for them pics, but we ain’t posers
realest n-ggas left, ain’t n0body comin’ closer

[interlude]
despite the word “mafia” gettin’ so much attention
it is only rarely used by its members
mafiosi are much more likely to call it cosa nostra
which simply means “our thing”

[verse 2: blade brown]
yeah, they know my name when i walk up in the store (trust)
covered in dior, flashbacks when i was poor
it was ot tours before spat a metaphor (yeah)
mummy found a hundred k sittin’ in the drawer (she did)
loyalty is law (yeah)
reasonin’ with jimmy what i made in a day
i could cop a couple minions (i swear)
million dollar worth of game
feelin’ like gilly (yeah)
million dollar worth of ‘caine
n-gga, dap for me (dap for me)
drop it on the k!llies (yeah)
everybody each, don’t get lost in the wave
cah everybody peach (i swear)
product on the streets got me chillin’ on the beach
just listen when i preach, this ain’t somethin’ you can teach (can’t)
i just left louis (yeah), dropped about a mortgage (a house)
jumped in the whip, interior is gorgeous
baddie to my left, you can call her flawless (yeah)
fly bxb, now we’re smokin’ on the purest
[chorus: youngs teflon]
came a long way, countin’ pennies from the sofa
now we rock the silk shirts with the penny loafers
put him in the post or we put him on a poster
mizzy or the glizzy, air fryer or the toaster
countin’ fifty large in the mornin’ with a mocha
this thing of ours a.k.a. la cosa nostra
shoulda made vogue for them pics, but we ain’t posers
realest n-ggas left, ain’t n0body comin’ closer

[interlude]
the main thing is just let people talk first
try to get as much out of them as you possibly can
and then you can kinda figure it out
like with gotti, a couple of times i had to sit down with him
i knew that he could never believe that i was winnin’
so in the midst of the argument, had to figure out what he really wanted
and how i can get what i want, let him think that he got what he wanted
and i don’t know if i’m explainin’ that right, but you know it’s
it’s all about how you carry yourself

[outro]
(m10nthebeat)
(is this how you’re moving, jackson?)

- youngs teflon blade brown

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