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lirik lagu tate kobang - number 5

[verse 1]
with some crip n-ggas and they love to say “what’s cracking?”
with some blood n-ggas and they love to say “what’s bracking?”
got up off my -ss and had to make some sh-t happen
now these motherf-ckers more worried ‘bout some fashion
came from the bottom, seeing nothing but the top
everybody saying tate kobang ain’t gon’ pop
i drop bank rolls and that sh-t was s’posed to flop
now i’m in the kitchen cooking up, i’m ‘bout to drop
black shades on, it’s the bands and you know
chillin’ out in cali with my motherf-cking bro
riding through the city in that black six four
throwing deuces in the air to the motherf-cking locs
yeah i used to struggle, n-gga couldn’t afford to eat
now i’m in the a and i got nitti on the beat
rolling through the bottom with the burner on the seat
n-gga run up on me, then it’s rip

[hook]
five bad hoes and they all tryna f-ck
all tryna f-ck, all tryna f-ck
give them b-tches a bottle, let ‘em pour up a cup
pour up a cup, pour up a cup
five bad hoes and they all tryna f-ck
all tryna f-ck, all tryna f-ck
give them b-tches a bottle, let ‘em pour up a cup
pour up a cup, pour up a cup

[verse 2]
top let down, blowing smoke to the clouds
police pull us over ‘cause they caught a whiff of loud
standing on the stage, i’m ‘bout to dive in the crowd
see a couple snow bunnies tryna f-ck right now
in the hotel, towel underneath the door
b-tch i got that guap, i done bought the whole floor
somebody baby mama getting f-cked next door
i walked up with my iphone just to press record
you a p-ssy to the bone, i’m a gangster to the core
these n-ggas sleeping on me, let them motherf-ckers snore
empty out them clips, man you know i got more
i bet one cup of lean will turn you wifey to a wh0r-
bad white b-tch like she came from jersey sh0r-
bang bang bang, that’s the police at the door
they kicked in with they pistols, everybody on the floor
they looking for that pack but we don’t have no more

[verse 3]
chill with all that flexing, stay the f-ck up out my section
still 100 thousand, please consider that a blessing
the way she looking at me you would think she want to talk sh-t
if she get a lil closer i might f-ck around and let her
think he mad ‘bout a b-tch, i don’t want no b-tches messing
i’ma worry ‘bout the cheese, and the lettuce, and the dressing
if i get her i’ma pick her on sight, it ain’t no question
if i got it, i’ma pull it on sight, no second guessing

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