lirik lagu jantho cho x k.carter – cobra
[verse 1: jantho cho]
b-tch sucked my d-ck got a brain blast (yuh). so many hoes need name tags. just bought a brand new gun called payback. 10 dead bodies in a he-rs- shaped maybach (yuh). p-ssy so good need a taste test (yuh). f-ck safe s-x, no latex (yuh). raw dog, made a b-tch call off (huh). b-tch sucked my d-ck for a corn dog (yuh). cookin’ up crack in a crockpot (cook). guns make a n-gga do the cha-cha (cha-cha). n-ggas all talk till they fall off, cho got the juice and the hot sauce. mix it with jin call it bomb bomb (mmm). snare drum, b-ss drum, tom tom (bdraaakk). so much money no co-sign (nah). b-tch -ss fat like a bovine (aghhhh). p-ssy got it poppin’ like pork rinds (yuh). pretty p-ssy pokin’ like a porcupine (yuh). f-cked her in her ear for the 4th time (yuh). came on her forehead, had a sword fight (woah)! blackjack, blackjack, blackjack. f-ckin’ with me need aflac (aflac). f-ckboiii callin’ for backup. stab stab, hash-sling slasher. way to go, i made a goal, now everything i make is gold (huh). take a life or save a soul, wait, wait (wait, wait) i’m a great white you shark bait (yuh). b-tch sucked my d-ck in a car chase (yuh). f-ckin’ with me sped her heart race up. good hands, great head like allstate (yuh). campin’ in the p-ssy like narnia (oooh)
[chorus: jantho cho]
mask on, strapped with the cobra. boutta rob a rich b-tch named oprah. all black with some tats like sosa. mask up like the month of okchober. mask on, strapped with the cobra. kick back, shot clap at ya shoulder. get back cuz we taking sh-t over. hit, smash now i’m back reloaded
[verse 2: k.carter]
the way i do this sh-t it’s so amazing, they anxious. turned the hate into some motivation to make it. n-ggas mad, i can’t entertain all the fake sh-t. i been counting up all god d-mn day, now it make sense (yuh). every winner gotta lose (yuh), every loser gotta win (yuh). real winners stay focused (yuh), fully loaded to the end (yuh). count the bread keep stacking (aye), we ain’t got no time to spend (uh). hunting like i’m on a mission (aye), you talking i run up them digits (aye). n-gga you know i be whipping (aye), i k!ll a n-gga no witness (aye). i went to court got acquitted (aye) i cook the dope like a chemist. (aye) n-gga i just night fly that b-tch to houston like my name is whitney. (aye) feel like rick james, i met yo b-tch and i touch on her t-tty (aye). coldest n-gga in the city (aye), and these n-ggas tryna get me (aye). out the park like ken griffey (yeah), feeling like diddy (huh). i spent a check, couple bands (aye). yo b-tch gon f-ck on demand (aye). then we gon smoke 20 grams (aye), then we gon do it again
[chorus]
mask on, strapped with the cobra. boutta rob a rich b-tch named oprah. all black with some tats like sosa. mask up like the month of okchober. mask on, strapped with the cobra. kick back, shot clap at ya shoulder. get back cuz we taking sh-t over. hit, smash now i’m back reloaded
[verse 3: jantho cho & k.carter]
party at lake winnebago, b-tch tryna twerk like j-lo. f-cked an oreo watching django. shot a video in a slave home
shot a video in a slave home, so you know we couldn’t stay long. work all night, so my day long, b-tch tryna f-ck hit me up what you waiting on?
what would you do for a klondike? give me sookie sookie love you long time. hammertiming in the p-ssy (aye), camping all up in the p-ssy (aye)
little b-tch i am no rookie (aye), break that b-tch off like a cookie (aye). all my life i been throwing up c’s so you know that i’m feeling like tookie
people say i got the keys, look at my watch it just sneezed. i feel like mohammed ali, float like a b-tterfly, sting like a bee
hide the weed under the seat, f-ck 12 i shoot like 13. i feel like dwade with the heat, don’t play put yo face on yo feet
hit a b-tch flip a b-tch, heatblast ben 10. beat the p-ssy up like the crimson chin. strawberry melon watch, diamonds homer simpson. lost in the sauce found a brand new dimension
break the whip, hop out, pulling glocks on cops now, pray for me. i’m the one they talk about when i’m not around, no make believe
[chorus; jantho cho]
mask on, strapped with the cobra. boutta rob a rich b-tch named oprah. all black with some tats like sosa. mask up like the month of okchober. mask on, strapped with the cobra. kick back, shot clap at ya shoulder. get back cuz we taking sh-t over. hit, smash now i’m back reloaded
[verse 4: k.carter & jantho cho]
yeah b-tch i’m a player, play the game how i’m supposed to. i be with my soldiers locked and loaded thought i told you. wrap them bales up sooner like i came from oklahoma. (wrap it up then). hoe i’m barely sober off that drank i’m leaning over. if you got a problem i’ll fix that, get put in the box like a big mac. split down the middle no kit kat, and get stomped in yo ribs man. things change on the day to day but i still same. mary jane always keep me sane, higher than a plane. forgot yo name too much on my brain, yeah working like a slave headed to the bank. yeah, blowing on this stank riding in a range. yeah, i don’t make it rain b-tch i make it save
faith put a fork in the road no k-tag. ace in the hole she gon go for rotation. hold on (hold on) sow it down, switch it up, came back, wait (wait). erase that n-ggas can’t face facts. lace up ya boots cuz it’s warfare, 2 shots make ya fold like lawnchairs. f-ck with me ya pallbearer need arms beard
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