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do road - cb & snizzy lyrics

[intro]
so many artists go to jail and their music just ceases
cb is an artist who’s in jail and he’s still blessing us with*
he’s a different kind of art*
i keep saying this, he’s a different kind of, uh, artist

[verse 1: cb, snizzy]
i’m a known [?]
still beefin’ with these neeks like i don’t know better
i’m an opp, i’m a go*getter
lemme see that punk and i’mma go dead him
i’ll get the drop done, no stressin’
yeah, that’s red tape over your whole section
doa, there’s no tellin’ when his soul left him
up this pole on a p*ssy ‘cuz i’m so 7
known felon, i could never k!ll my own bredrin
cb, tell ‘еm
when i’m ridin’, that’s straight leathers
2 bеlls in the dottz, now let’s go get ’em (bu*bush)
if you slip, then you made errors
if you snitch, then that’s straight sh*llings
i mash work then i blaze ****
backwood full of paigons
come through the woods, you’re gettin’ burnt, cremation (bo*bow)
we stay with the fire like we’re living with satan
they still got the gang under investigation
my drillers on job, we got a drill occupation
[chorus: cb, snizzy]
i swear down, that yute’s gotta go
why’d you think i do road, tryna take away souls?
go*gotta get bread, ‘cah my n*ggas gotta smoke
coo*cooked up the beef before i jumped on the beat, like (on my life)
couple man can’t say the same
‘cah you patties started rappin’ before picked a blade (d*ckheads)
what you know about jumpin’ out with the gauge? (nuttin’)
back then, they didn’t rate, now sh*t’s changed

[verse 2: snizzy, cb]
lemme tell you how i’m livin’, life of a villain
ki*k!ller be k!lled when we catch ’em n*ggas slippin’
send ’em to the fishes, p*ssy end up going missin’
and now you’re swimmin’ in your early grave
from the 7, where it’s not safe
more time, it’s on waist
i ain’t tryna slip like that don ace
woodgaza to the death of me (gaza)
lost a couple friends and i made a load of enemies
heard they want me in the cemetery
yeah, it’s full*time when we ride on the enemies (let’s go)
drillers to a fish, will blow that whistle like a referee (bu*bush!)
skull through your top, like j. f. kennedy
you’re doin’ all that gas, keep that same energy
f*ck the opps, ‘cah i been riding
how the f*ck dizz ain’t dead?
lord knows that i been trying (word)
i’ve had enough, ‘cah they keep lying
and i ain’t gonna stop riding
so this beef’s not dying (never)
[chorus: cb, snizzy]
i swear down, that yute’s gotta go
why’d you think i do road, tryna take away souls?
go*gotta get bread, ‘cah my n*ggas gotta smoke
coo*cooked up the beef before i jumped on the beat, like (on my life)
couple man can’t say the same
‘cah you patties started rappin’ before picked a blade (d*ckheads)
what you know about jumpin’ out with the gauge? (nuttin’)
back then, they didn’t rate, now sh*t’s changed

[outro: cb]
i swear down, that yute’s gotta go
why’d you think i do road, tryna take away souls?
go*gotta get bread, ‘cah my n*ggas gotta smoke
coo*cooked up the beef before i jumped on the beat, like
couple man can’t say the same
‘cah you patties started rappin’ before picked a blade
what you know about jumpin’ out with the gauge?
back then, they didn’t rate, now sh*t’s changed

- cb snizzy lyrics

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