Hodgy Beats
Hodgy Beats - Cookie Coma lyrics
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Okay, Okay Everybody celebrate like it's a holiday Let me guide the way, no it isn't fathers day Or mothers day but the other day I had a dream I wasn't K He slang that yay got done away In the rectum of the hood and I ain't sprung to say Guns don't protect them for the good But they fuckin' spray Afrochines sucha bad cold dream I'm dreamin' it's reality, it struggles and it battles me They wanna fry me like they battered me I'm a diamond they can't shatter me Through casualty I'm' actively transparent to a brand clarence I probably would be deceased if it wasn't for my grandparents Papa was a pastor, grandma the pastor's wife Slit your writs and swallow knives, Bitch it's super six for life I'm too legit for life, I should get a grip and die Fuckin' take a trip and fly and never come down I be in my own world, gold teeth in my crown Bitch I travel round the world, like nigga fuck yo' town Paper plane takin' off soon as it touch yo' ground Who said the lost boys a never be found You speakin' down on odd future, it's a fuckin' pronoun Twenty-one in the league ho I'm a fuckin' pro now You mainstream niggas, slow down I turn this to a ho down Wavin' that four-four round, empty all of those rounds On some wild wild wild west shit Death will probably be next pick to exit I'm sick of all these bullshit hoes, I got responsibilities She feelin' me as I'm fe- feelin' on her tititites To do infinity, I'm the remedy to a penalty For once I take this shit genially, generally I'm takin' shots like Kennedy, like fuck the enemy Whatever enters me is meant to be, I am what I eat Brocoli pasta, rotisserie, dark meat Smoke weed till I feel my heart beat Drink like a alchohlicly close fit from out the closet The art belongs to whoever draws it, at heart I'm an artist Who knows his flow is flawless I got affection for whatever the cause is, who caused it (lemme know, lemme know) Yeah