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The Game - Cough Up A Lung Lyrics

He yo, I’m in New York, going the block
I know that you see that it’s snowing
Jesus piece got a jesus piece, both of them shits is glowing
Stucy jacker hoodie on, fuck it, we ain’t blowing
G star Jordan 3’s fly like bowen
And now that I got everybody fucking attention
Let’s address this bitch ass nigga going to Kendrick

Say that I’m trash, nigga you full of gas, poke hoes and you let you fill up a New York cab
Nigga and believe all into his feelings
Cause he did 10 years for shooting at the ceiling
Then he gave you a mill, lil nigga should’ve chill
Cute curly sideburns, talking bout it real
Check my resume, any nigga wanting I bury him
But fuck his nigga, he can’t get into America
I’m bout to hit Brooklyn, fuck one his bitch Erica
Bust a nut, call the cab and cut
After I tear it up, and we just met today
Gave her the pole, the day after election day
Bitch was on section a, tryina get a sex in 8
Already came, it’s a rap like electric tape
And hurricane Sandy got this bitch lights out
She fell asleep then her girl got piped out
You need to type hoes, nba niggas wife out
I need my side bitches nigga, what your life bout?
Mine’s bout guns and the stash, the crisis piped out
That’s a 300 seat, and ...ice out
3 kids all 3 closets niked out, and I’m bout polar see 40 glock lights out
Word on the streets bitch nigga suing me, send the cops to my door
Nigga, how you a g
I ain’t beefing with the pigs, this you and me
And I spit the same 16, that you eulogy

Cough up a lung, where I’m from Compton son
Ain’t nothing nice
Cough up a lung, where I’m from Compton son
Ain’t nothing nice
Cough up a lung, where I’m from Compton son
Ain’t nothing nice.
 

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