paroles de chanson Cock That (feat. FriendlyFire) - DZ

Cock that
Pop at
Bitches who be talking that bullshit
Real shit
We the ones who kill shit
Peel clips
Feel this
Ligaments and torn skin
Hollow in their chest
Now their body left in stillness
Cock that
Pop at
Bitches who be talking that bullshit
Real shit
We the ones who kill shit
Peel clips
Feel this
Ligaments and torn skin
Hollow in their chest
Now their body left in stillness

You ain't really ready for war dog
This sawed off boutta blow your head off with caution
I warned 'em
We coming for the game
And our portions
We been slept on
Man, they love to ignore 'em
And they hate to applaud us
Turn 'em all into sawdust
It's Trip Jacket Mafia
Pretend you ain't saw us
Now my name getting bigger
Got invest in a tour bus
We made it to the top
And never once took a shortcut

Cock that
Pop at
Bitches who be talking that bullshit
Real shit
We the ones who kill shit
Peel clips
Feel this
Ligaments and torn skin
Hollow in their chest
Now their body left in stillness
Cock that
Pop at
Bitches who be talking that bullshit
Real shit
We the ones who kill shit
Peel clips
Feel this
Ligaments and torn skin
Hollow in their chest
Now their body left in stillness

One step, two step
DZ how you do this
Three step, Four step
All you cunts are useless
Move it, 'for i get to blowing
With my fuse lit
You didn't want me then
Now you pussies tryna move in
Losing my faculties
I'm faded and i'm shooting
Aiming at your fucking favourite playlist
I abuse 'em
All you little rappers looking faker
Than the news is
You living in a fantasy
You'll never make it, Truman
Puffing out your chest
You insecure and feeling foolish
Cause i run these circles
In a booth with my acoustics
My toolkit full of all the ways
That i can prove that
I'm better than your fucking top 5
With this music
Ugh
I ain't really looking for no drama
But say my name in vain
And i get spitting like a llama
We can make it ugly
Blood is colder than iguanas
I'm not done
Until the team is chilling in Bahamas

Cock that
Pop at
Bitches who be talking that bullshit
Real shit
We the ones who kill shit
Peel clips
Feel this
Ligaments and torn skin
Hollow in their chest
Now their body left in stillness
Cock that
Pop at
Bitches who be talking that bullshit
Real shit
We the ones who kill shit
Peel clips
Feel this
Ligaments and torn skin
Hollow in their chest
Now their body left in stillness