Cico P - Tampa Lyrics

Lyrics Tampa - Cico P



Goddamn, lil′ bitch on that coke like Montana
Goddamn, lil' bitch on that coke like Montana
I′m on hydrocodine, I'ma float like a phantom
Baby need some protein, work her out like a dancer
I got all the hoes and the snow just like Santa
And we keep the sticks and the smoke, who want cancer?
Knocking at that door, lil' nigga, you gon′ get a answer
Goddamn, baby, you got cakes like a pampa
All about a buck, baby, bay just like Tampa
Mane, that boy lil′ boogie dawg ass got no manners
Yeah, you got some ass but I can't fuck ′cause I got standards
Don't watch me, better watch TV, yo′ bitch might change the channel
She was finna tell you she in love wit' me but I don′t think you can handlе
All black the coupe from the Chеvy to the Phantom
Pop up wit my ru, that's lil' heck, he from Atlanta
I might drop a deuce off purples stuff up on my Fanta
I can′t leave the crib unless I know I got the blammer
Hit her wit′ the hammer, if I don't she throw a tantrum
Go on, bend it over, make it clap, this yo′ anthem
Run up on me, you gon' levitate like a phantom
Keep knocking at that door, lil′ nigga, you gon' get a answer
Goddamn, lil′ bitch on that coke like Montana
I'm on hydrocodine, I'ma float like a phantom
Baby need some protein, work her out like a dancer
I got all the hoes and the snow just like Santa
And we keep the sticks and the smoke, who want cancer?
Knocking at that door, lil′ nigga, you gon′ get a answer
Goddamn, baby, you got cakes like a pampa
All about a buck, baby, bay just like Tampa
That boy bad news, he a menace to society
Everybody a rida but I ain't had nobody ride for me
Everybody looking out but ain′t nobody had a eye for me
Shit ain't even that deep and you still chose to lie to me
Damn, you must think a nigga brazy
Lil′ bitch, what's yo′ motive? I hope you ain't tryna play me
Walk it like I talk it, I keep ten on the pavement
Smoke got me coughing off the Kup, I'm steady dazin′
Been hot for a minute, I been motherfuckin′ blazin'
Mind been on the Benjis, steady motherfuckin′ chasin'
I can sense this sucka shit just off the conversation
He′ll doin' all that wolfin′, guess he wanna be a patient
Goddamn, lil' bitch on that coke like Montana
I'm on hydrocodine, I′ma float like a phantom
Baby need some protein, work her out like a dancer
I got all the hoes and the snow just like Santa
And we keep the sticks and the smoke, who want cancer?
Knocking at that door, lil′ nigga, you gon' get a answer
Goddamn, baby, you got cakes like a pampa
All about a buck, baby, bay just like Tampa



Writer(s): Brandon Eric Rackley, Christopher Sims


Cico P - Tampa
Album Tampa
date of release
26-03-2021



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