Payroll Giovanni - Cobra lyrics

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(Intro)

On the street, niggas got a lot of whitenesses

Some money, green, fame jealousy

But most of the time is bitches

(Verse)

Is these 2 niggas, MC, MG, they both gettin’ money of weed and yad

Young fly niggas, rockin’ roll this type of business

Clothes rand new, always fresh up to business

One night they hit a bar, poppin’ bottles near

Bout this bad bitch, at the bar with her friend

See like I’m bout to get her, Jay like nah

Jug it’s sayin’: Dog she probably want a big dog

See step to it, he was mess my ride

Tick tise and light brown eyes

She had them heals in the presidential rollie like he’s

Judgin’ of that, she was doin’ some big

He say my name C., they like to say me Cobra

Cuz she stayin’ on the same shit, jumpin’ of the Rover

Raise in Minnesota, located to the D.

He gettin’ more interest that I guarantee

(Verse)

Yeah, you talkin’ me but I know you’re not good for me now

Yeah you just gonna spend all my cheese

Goin’ here and now,

I ain’t with all of that, I’m with my business babe

I’m the type of bitch you need, I heard that you get money

It’s that right ha? That’s right!

(Verse)

So seein’ Cobra just kickin’ it, doin’ expressive shit

He poppin’ the G. like she just another bitch

She really catch the feelings, he can’t control

He spend a time with all those girl, just lay up some time

So sit til get hurt, drop money to G.

She meet a _____(?) it’s kinda outta way

She gave him the money, ain’t bout the flirt

And he caught on 2 and he drinks while he smurckin’

You know what happen next, he hit her on the same

She like : Please, you can’t tell your man see it

He like : Babe , he just wanna keep fuck it

Your secret safe on me, I ain’t gonna tell and do nothin’

So she get the truck in, walkin’ with the devil in green

They already plottin’ by gettin’ a hit

He figure he just see a ho, it ain’t a crime

He start somethin’ up but the pussy get him blind

So see, call that G. on street like damn straight up bro

You bet that’s for me to the freak ass hoers

J. like what you talkin’ bout? Sound like lost

Try to get to Cobra when she drop that cash off

He like : Hell no!

She like: Oh you fucked up, and you’re feelings sound like near

See hun gun, Jay put up on his block

They got to escape, they even put on glocks

See band feelings get away by the G.

Cuz he think Jay be low keep taxin’ on the yay

Jay be better here with stash off

This hard to glow great kick and the dope kicked in with all the glass out

You runnin’ and everything was stole

They instantly got dope but damn they play us like hoers

They was too blinded by a bitch cuz her walk was mean

She turn the boys against each other and now she wiped ‘em all clean

This bitch just a snake, so I nick name The Cobra x 4