Bill Cosby lyrics

by

Glokk40Spaz


[Intro]
Dont play with him
B Whoa (Yeah)
Chapo (Grrtl, yah)


[Verse#Glokk40spaz]
Huh
The baby whoa shoot it get nasty, huh
When baby whoa shoot, it shoot rapid
Huh, We ain trusting these n*ggas they fold like napkins
And they scared of the mob, n*gga tell on the gang that's they only damn tactic (On god)
Von ass gone know what the f*ck goin on
Free Capolow, know I'ma real don
We the real SRT and BabyLife bet a pus*y boy won't say non'
I had a throw my Glock in a lake then cool the bit' down that hoe was a hot gun
All my opps pus*y they block gettin spint like noodles not ramen
And they pus*y as f*ck we creep on they block like Bill Cosby (On god)
And I go any where I want with that Glock on my waist when I post-up on gobie (BL)
Ion even f*ck with them n*ggas but I fake kick with em like black belt karate
He was talking crazy I caught em In traffic then made his block shake like Harlem
n*gga can't hang with a BLV, this a goddamn vampire party
He was a lick then I checked that boy pockets

[Verse# Velly]
We popped that boy off and they can't find that body
These n*ggas be scared, they hidin' they watching
12 hit the door when we heard them boys knocking
He was a lick so emptied his pockets (Pockets, rocket)
Rocket, look how I'm bustin this rocket
We uppin the score ain't no dropping
We Poppin these n*ggas like Roxies
Know that this stick gotta stock
Its V8 you know we gon' rob
You know I ain't cuffin no thot
Push-up to the dot on a opp
[Verse#H3LLBOY]
I don't even f*ck with that b*tch, but I bet she gon' watch
And gotta stock on a stick, bodies drop like holocaust
Walk with a Glock and a beam
Then I skrrt off in a dodge, skrrt off in that SRT
She keep calling me a dog
All I know is Strike, take, rob
We put dubs on Paul
I f*ck her and beat up her walls
I don't wanna turn to them laws

[Verse#Glokk40spaz]
We the real SRT and BabyLife bet a pus*y boy won't say non'
I had a throw my Glock in a lake then cool the bit' down that hoe was a hot gun
All my opps pus*y they block gettin spint like noodles not ramen
And they pus*y as f*ck we creep on they block like Bill Cosby (On god)
And I go any where I want with that Glock on my waist when I post-up on gobie (BL)
Ion even f*ck with them n*ggas but I fake kick with em like black belt karate
He was talking crazy I caught em In traffic then made his block shake like Harlem
n*gga can't hang with a BLV, this a goddamn vampire party
He was a lick then I checked that boy pockets
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