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tms - cotan lyrics

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[pre chorus: cotan]
take your hoe on an date
ima ride her straight home
we are f*cking with a tempo
where it be it’s late
every dollar that i make
going straight to the b*tch phone
she gone be on my d*ck
and we are going up
sending shots where clips go
ima call all my men
we are f*cking all woman
who are b*tches with an bubble b*tt

[chorus: cotan]
ima make an hit and without no luck
ima give you every dollar every time we f*ck
taking all the b*tches who don’t want her mеn
she got that bad bad make me wanna crash
looking all thе time gotta do the math
looking up my phone gotta see the facts
running up control i just got my mac’s
gotta see the day she don’t want my d*ck
gotta see the day she will up the math
gotta see the day she don’t want no cash
all my time standing on these n*ggas
gotta say up to the moonlight
[verse 1: youngenjd]
yea i’m jus tryna shine doing what i like
n*ggas hatin on me like it’s all the time
all these n*ggas hatin on me yea dey can’t do right
i’m jus tryna shine tryna get a better life
keep dancing tho da way u moving
keep dancing tho
da way u grooving
keep dancing tho dancing tho
keep dancing tho
babygirl keep moving feel the wave
i’m right here everyday
but you keep dancing babygirl just shake it on
i know they hatin everyday
but babygirl it’s okay
ima stick by your side til the sun go down everyday
now we off into the moonlight

[pre chorus: cotan]
take your hoe on an date
ima ride her straight home
we are f*cking with a tempo
where it be it’s late
every dollar that i make
going straight to the b*tch phone
she gone be on my d*ck
and we are going up
sending shots where clips go
ima call all my men
we are f*cking all woman
who are b*tches with an bubble b*tt
[chorus: cotan]
ima make an hit and without no luck
ima give you every dollar every time we f*ck
taking all the b*tches who don’t want her men
she got that bad bad make me wanna crash
looking all the time gotta do the math
looking up my phone gotta see the facts
running up control i just got my mac’s
gotta see the day she don’t want my d*ck
gotta see the day she will up the math
gotta see the day she don’t want no cash
all my time standing on these n*ggas
gotta say up to the moonlight

[verse 2: cotan]
call her up she don’t wanna fight
call my man he will roll the dice
all these kids playing with my time
call me bad all you do is lie
talk my sh*t all i say is facts
got one clips unroll the mags
banana clip banana sniper
got one b*tch hand on the bible
f*ck your b*tch in the eiffel tower
i smell fish go take a shower
we ready
we rob em
f*ck you b*tch i will say we got em
got my sh*t green mob activity
doing my sh*t she more right outta me
taking my n*ggas to the gang academy
taking my sh*t to north side avenue yeah

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