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plenty - kobe omerta lyrics

plenty lyrics
[intro: kobe omerta]
man yall n*ggas already know what’s goin man’
free sufyan man, comin’ home real soon

[chorus: kobe omerta]
talkin’ bout racks, a n*gga gettin’ plenty
switch gotta automatic & a semi
i caught a case, they tryna give me twenty
black truck sliding, n*gga, windows tinted
man free suf, ain’t seen em’ in a minute
twin caught a body, sippin’ on the henny (that henny)
just got a bad b*tch name jenny (on god)
talkin’ bout racks, a n*gga gettin’ plenty
only the family, n*ggas know we mobin’ (mob, mob)
reek like batman, & i’m robin (twin)’, i’m known for takin sh*t, n*gga robbin’ (gimmie that, gimmie that)
big glock posted up at the partments’ (on god)
either you eatin’ n*gga or you starvin’
bring ya b*tch round me, takin’ off her garment
say that he touched me, n*gga you retarted
[verse: kobe omerta]
say that he touched me, n*gga know he cappin’ (cap!)
i keep a big glock & its clappin’ (and it’s clappin, boom)
spin ya block, momma screamin’ what happened (d*mn)
tell her “kobe mad, d*mn, sh*t tragic” (that’s tuff)
“he could make us disappear, n*gga magic” (on god)
shawty got a fat ass but it’s plastic
i love my b*tches freaked out, b*tch nasty (yeah), split onna d*ck, yeah gymnastics
run into a opp, i bet he meet his casket
kobe gotta forty & imma let em’ have it (on god)

[chorus: kobe omerta]
talkin’ bout racks, a n*gga gettin’ plenty
switch gotta automatic & a semi (big glock)
i caught a case, they tryna give me twenty (on god)
black truck sliding, n*gga, windows tinted (boom)
man free suf, ain’t seen em’ in a minute (free twin)
twin caught a body, sippin’ on the henny (that hen’)
just got a bad b*tch name jenny (on god)
talkin’ bout racks, a n*gga gettin’ plenty
talkin’ bout racks, a n*gga gettin’ plenty
only the family, n*ggas know we mobin’ (mob, mob)
reek like batman, & i’m robin’ (twin), i’m known for takin sh*t, n*gga robbin’ (gimmie that, gimmie that)
big glock posted up at the partments’ (on god)
either you eatin’ n*gga or you starvin’
bring ya b*tch round me, takin’ off her garment (gimmie her)
say that he touched me, n*gga you retarted
[verse: deelo]
if a n*gga touch me, must be retarted (retarted)
i’m back on my f*ck sh*t, yeah i’m started (i’m started)
forty on me, i done snuck it in the party (bow!)
n*ggas all talk, but i ain’t with the arguin’ (h*ll naw)
me & my young n*ggas really marchin’ (marchin’)
i can’t go for nun’, so i stay wit a carbon (blrttt)
they ain’t show me love when a n*gga was starvin’ (starvin’)
real street n*gga, but i still am a artist (imma artist)
it don’t cost nothin’ to get a n*gga hit (get em’ hit)
i been my own shooter, i can still send a blitz (on god)
me and kobe out on bond, still takin’ risks (takin’ risks)
a couple years ago, i was [?]
we the type of young n*ggas slidin [?]
if you make the wrong move, he’ll die up in here

[outro: kobe omerta]
die up in here
got fye in here, man on god n*gga
yall n*ggas already know what the f*ck goin on n*gga
mob sh*t n*gga

- kobe omerta lyrics

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