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cubonic - 1kombo lyrics

[intro]
onokey fully loaded

[chorus]
let a n*gga say he gonna pull up on me i f*ckiing doubt it
and he said that he bout that f*cking gang life no you not f*cking bout it
and this wrist watch my b*tch said she want my n*gga i f*cking bought it
and i’m smoking this dope i know that ready got me moving robotic
she said that she want my heart but b*tch you never found it
and a n*gga say that he want beef with me we gon leave it grounded
i swear to god i’m climbing to the top not no f*cking mountain
and the n*gga talking sh*t never posted his addy but my n*ggas found it

[verse]
came in the club with this wock, ain’t fake a f*cking glock
look at my f*cking watch, when it’s 6 it’s time to pop
i don’t beef with n*ggas cuz they dumb as f*ck they get cut off
i can’t f*ck with alot of n*ggas these days they fake and cannot stop
since 17 all my n*ggas done f*cking milly rocked
and the b*tch on my d*ck swear to god that b*tch gonna give me silly top
and the n*gga snitchin on the phone, waiting till the call drop
and the n*ggas hear my wave f*cking one time and then they f*cking hop
i swear to god when i check my bank all i do is ha
know n*ggas couldn’t copy sh*t
p*ssed off so they copy drip
i got an exotic b*tch and she from nicaragua
armed and dangerous, n*ggas ain’t staining us
n*ggas can’t hang with us or bang the gang with us
and the diamonds he got on his chain that sh*t cubonic*a
and the fit he copped and said he rich that sh*t from nautica
and this b*tch wanna f*ck she said uh huh yeah like i’m quadeca
and these n*ggas tryna say i’m broke i’m just like “huh, n*gga”
i said what b*tch, you a dumb b*tch, this money fun biitch
i’m making runs b*tch, you can’t get no drip
and these n*ggas tryna take my song down, i’m like “nah b*tch”
and what i hear coming out your mouth it make me nauseous
and they said my music better than my school and i said “nah, sh*t?”
these bars they hard as f*ck that’s why you can’t copy this
and when i stack up my cash i multiply by 4
and after this sh*t i’m bouta pour up a 4
and the n*ggas who said no to a feat they gonna be beggin
and we not at mcdonald’s but i carry this mac*11
and these n*ggas write f*cking corny sh*t on an x beat and they call that sh*t a hit
i feel like drip god cuz this sh*t came from the sky
i swear to god you touch one of my n*ggas you finna die
n*ggas tryna diss me for clout like “f*cking why?”
i got an exotic flow, nle shotta flow
i got a lotta hoes ar’s they gotta go
they scared of me i know, my sh*t it finna blow
no gang i’m finna glo, just watching from the scope
look at my sh*t it rich, i got exotic kicks
i got this scottish b*tch
and she from college b*tch
i’m never stopping it
kombo gang i’m finna glo
said i can’t i’m finna blow
fake sh*t you into those
i gotta lotta clones
i gotta lotta hoes
[chorus]
let a n*gga say he gonna pull up on me i f*ckiing doubt it
and he said that he bout that f*cking gang life no you not f*cking bout it
and this wrist watch my b*tch said she want my n*gga i f*cking bought it
and i’m smoking this dope i know that ready got me moving robotic
she said that she want my heart but b*tch you never found it
and a n*gga say that he want beef with me we gon leave it grounded
i swear to god i’m climbing to the top not no f*cking mountain
and the n*gga talking sh*t never posted his addy but my n*ggas found it

- 1kombo lyrics

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