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crosses - stove god cooks lyrics

wah
waaaah

[hook]
tell me some’
tell me some’
trillest n*gga ever did it
tell me something
tell me some’
i put the whole city on
tell me something
tell me some’
i had em at the back door and the front
my young n*gga on the run
tell me some’
tell me something

[verse 1]
how you live with all that magic bottled up?
daddy made me after a fight; mama ain’t wanna f*ck
that’s the sh*t that i’m a product of
just made bail, i’m on my way to whip that powder up
dreaming i could be one of these rap n*ggas
my young boy got the wall against his back, n*gga
back against the wall like, “where it’s at, n*gga?”
just his name and a nine, he wanna brrrraaahh
in the maybach, john was driving
i was thinking i done came a long way from riding dirty until they sound the sirens
i refused the search then they bring the k*9s in
ran the plug money back like deion did for the niners
the trap lords had to designed up
all these chains on just to remind us
we came from bondage
i’m a godsend
this marathon, i’m cool running like n*ggas in bobsleds
this that up 3 burton state sh*t
barbershop parking lot with the weight sh*t
from down the way
now we out in la racing wraiths
say my name in vain, get your face split
n*gga taste this
fentynal flow, you bit off more than you can chew
my daughter wear chinchillas to the petting zoo
got my b*tch eating breakfast at tiffany’s
i knew this sh*t was meant for me when i was whipping ki’s
i understand remy
i would’ve shot too
cause back then, i couldn’t risk a g
this sh*t risky business
i knew life was changing when them 15 chickens came
b*tch my wrist amazing
don’t make me go throw on my bigger chain
in a tsunami i’ll sell a brick of rain
[hook]
tell me some’
tell me something
what the stamp like?
tell me something
what it cook like?
tell me some’
i put the whole city on
tell me something
tell me something
tell me something
tell me some’
i put the f*cking city on

[verse 2]
first roc*a*fella break up
now everyday i wake
my p.o. in my f*cking way
he still mad about that boss that we ran out of state
they still on us bout that four hundred thousand hid in my mama bas*m*nt
face it
feds gave us a pop quiz and we aced it
don’t let em tangle up your laces
why you think they call the sh*t a race?
cause it’s a f*cking race b*tch
and they made you believe that you ain’t even racing
this tax free dope money got em hating
me and melo got a lot in common
we both got dropped from them rockets
the aliens brought me here in a sp*ceship
your crib ain’t even worth my bracelet
aviani just gave my patek a facelift
i’m thinking gold, i’m thinking drone
i’m thinking when this sh*t over, what happen to your soul
you was thinking like the masses
i was thinking rogue
thinking bold
i cracked the code
i was thinking all this sh*t when i was on the stove
cooking coke
i’m thinking if we make it home, take them rental doors and unload
then we on a roll
[hook]
tell me some’
tell me something
what the stamp like?
tell me something
what it cook like?
tell me some’
i put the whole city on
tell me something
tell me something
tell me something
tell me something
i put the f*cking city on

- stove god cooks lyrics

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