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cobrasemen - cody manson lyrics

[intro]
huh. huh. wicked. wicked. huh
(devereaux)
put a name on it next time p*ssy it’s trife life or no life
look!

[verse 1]
who said they want it with the lake eerie monster (ya!)
f*ck your little clique i’ll body bag the whole roster (b*tches!)
false flagging crip you is not a f*cking mobster
take that grill up out your f*cking lips word to the homie parker
seventeen list, it’s seventeen left
only thing thats 17 is little b*tches y’all be f*cking with
you just run your mouth you ain’t really running sh*t
backstage sniffing ketamine and sucking violent d*ck
first time you ever met me you already knew my d*mn name
when we was face to face you always greet me with a handshake
i asked about a feature for the fans sake
you just out here trying to flex with a hand*me down fanbase
i’m laughing cause my captions got you all up in your feelings bruh
i think you know the truth half the culture ain’t feeling ya
talking sh*t online but hide behind your social media
you rock designer brands that’s promoting pedophilia

[chorus]
you can’t blackball me b*tch i’m lit (ay ay ay)
i’m forever 27 suck our d*ck (ay ay ay)
don’t make me poke your chest out with the shiv (ay ay ay)
trife life that’s the gang can’t tell me sh*t
[verse 2]
i walk in prison yards where them real k!llers are
you about as real as your first batch of silver charms
hate me all you want b*tch i’m still a star
i raise the bar you can’t reach it with your midget arms (too short!)
you little p*ssy cat you better have 9 lives
i sacrifice your life on your ig live
you biting h*lla styles man the facts don’t lie
c17 the knockoff g*59
frontin’ like you in your twenties b*tch you d*mn near an old head
better get some more face tats and try to grow dreads
bloodstains on my jordans where it’s (?)
tie you up and cut that f*cking x right off your forehead
i’m a big dog yeah i’m h*ll hounding
you leeching off the rappers in the soundcloud scene (facts!)
collab eps but that sh*t don’t read (whack!)
you try to steal their fans and sell them fake ass dreams (b*tch!)

[verse 3]
bloodstains on the switchblade chopping fish scale with no fish tank
dirty pots up in the sink i made a k!lling with the wrist game
30 shots up in the clip keep talking sh*t i’ll let this b*tch sang
f*ck your pages you a pit stain hate a real one cause they b*tch made
they tried to blackball me cause i’m grinding getting bands up
you just little ouija i’m big f*cking manson
catch you slipping out in la where you get your nails done
heard you was up on patreon rubber d*ck dancing
eating off the clowns but you ain’t f*cking with the jester
body like a bag of milk i’m a certified stepper
don’t make me spin your block put bullet holes up in your tesla
you’ll probably call the cops because you fold under the pressure (f*ck 12)
divide. conquer. cancerous vulture (p*ssy)
f*ck the cancel culture you a cancer to this culture (for real)
i ride with my soldiers f*ck this little poser
i’ll catch you out in cleveland with my demons this ain’t over

- cody manson lyrics

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