La Cobra lyrics

by

That Mexican OT


[intro]
I'm going to Rob's house!
Y no quiero aser le enojar
Le voy a tocar una c*mbia y se que le voy a encantar..

[That Mexican OT]
I might f*ck around and pop a jigga
This hoe make me bop a little
f*ckin' on yo b*tch I'll make that lil hoe tell you "bye lil n*gga"
I push up looking sporty with this .40 and make his face blow But I'm beatin up these n*ggas got me screaming f*ck a draco

[That Mexican OT]
I'm southside steppin' checkin if they got a problem with me b*tch I'm ready for beef
I f*ck on a 'nother b*tch, I'm ready to eat
I got hustle in me
I don't want it for free
I got thangs that I gotta get off my chest
I got people that's wanting me dead
But they know I'm exchanging a leg (Right on)
I'm J.F.K get 'em hit broad day leave him dead
Boy like a double cup full of purple rays
Bullets run through his vertebrae
Gun him down with a dirty K
I'm from dirty bay, but we do it the murder way
No I ain't here to play
I'm here to catch a play I might just hit his frame and i knock out his f*cking brains
I'ma count up on a mil then I count another mil again
Spin around your block then I spin around around your block again
I'ma knock that lil hoe down and then I knock that lil hoe down again
Take her back right to the trap and guess what cuz
I knocked her down again
[Bridge]
Y no quiero aser le nojar
Le voy entocar una c*mbia y se que lo va encantar...

[DRODi]
I'll knock your brains out hoe I'm packing pistols smokin' dro
I'm on my Mexican ass sh*t I'll plug you in for the low
So if you need it I got it and if its clean I'ma cop it
And when I need my di*k sucked I call yo b*tch cause she rockin'
Ca-ca-catch a play or a body
Either way I'm about it
I ain't trippin what you sayin', just don't come out of pocket
Find my case for complaints
Smokin' 20 for a G
I only like expensive weed man I don't smoke cheap
'Cause b*tch I ain't cheap
I'm eating steaks all week
You think that she wanna marry me, keep your b*tch on her knees
Make a hoe say please even a b*tch with degrees
I done sold so much weed I could've filled up the seats
It's that big DRODi the whole city know me
No, I don't smoke swishers only paper and leaves
I keep some Cadillac keys, I only ride 4 G’s
And if you wanna whole piece, they start at 4 G’s
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