Nigga my name is cedrick I'm cool
Dunk on yo hoe like a pool
I made a few bands after school
Look at at your bitch and she drool
I don't want no problems with you
Mind my business and stay cool
I was that boy in the sooz
Hopped in that bitch it said pew
Now I'm too hot and I don't need no sweater
Yea I'm that nigga ignoring the weather
Yo nigga so stupid I look like I'm clever
Yo bitch is a goofy she not on level
Looked at her once and she looked like the devil
No I can't have that I only want angels
Now back to this guap fore my fingers get tired
You a lame nigga that's why you got fired
I run this shit how you think you got hired
Bitch I'm the man and I be on fire
Got me some bread, I got me some dome
If a nigga pull up, he getting the chrome
And Yea I get cream, not talking bout cones
Pull up on me and she getting the bone
My flow is too crazy can't stop off of dome
I built this shit nigga, just like I was Rome
You niggas so basic like you a Jerome
I stay in the streets just like I was a cone bitch
I gotta get to the dividends
Get it then flip then stack it then spend again
Wear Suit and tie like a businessman
Meet face to face ain't no need for ah middleman
Y'all niggas do shit for publicity
Ain't talking static but I keep electricity
Preacher no ministry
Gotta keep blick on me
Can't show no sympathy
Hitters gone ride with me
U gone get smoked step in my vicinity
Sneaky shit turn you to an enemy
Flame my wood and pour up some Hennessy
Lil bad Jawn yea we got some chemistry
Money sprung yeah I keep a grip
Black on black camaro yeah yeah that's my whip
Pour a fo every day and sip
Givenchy letters on my sweater
Stacking my bread yeah straight cheddar
On top of shit, like a header
F*ck that bitch, my new wifey better
So if I like it I cop it
All designer I rock it
He Run up, my gun gotta cock it
You not bout it ,lil nigga stop it
Slow Cooking niggas, crockpot shit
Ran up a milli, jackpot shit
Hella automatics bitch we stocked
Not gone answer don't be shocked
Messages green now, duh ya blocked
Getting passed around, like a assist
Yo girl see me, she can't resist
Rollie and patek, that's on my wrist
VVS DIAMONDS ONLY, yeah they gliss
When I talk, just listen
These other niggas, no competition
When Im on the track, complete the mission
She wanna f*ck again, like timmy turner got that bitch wishin
Can't fw ha nomore, so if she slide Im dismissin
Gang shit, so we all affiliated
Got all my stripes, I be officiating
Shorties be on my dick, I never initiated
Be chillin with my main, Facemask and shit exfoliating
Run it up
Bitches they f*ck and suck dick and they slurp it up
Cup is too dirty I double up
Glock I call it Kobe I clutch it up
Club is to lit so I turn it up
You is not gang you can't roll with us
Beat is so gas so I gotta catch my breath
My niggas will drill you with 44
Shoot your head just like it's a go pro
Shoot it I brick but not talking kilos
Smoking on boof and im moving in slo mo
Skating on diamonds so they calling me foze zone
Don't eat tha pussy cus that is some play dough
Selling what Shaq be throwin at the free throw
Walk with a sack and I'm calling it cargo
Kohdeine Baby - Cypher, Pt. 3 (feat. YRN Ced, Bigk & King Rog) Lyrics
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Nigga my name is cedrick I'm cool
Dunk on yo hoe like a pool
I made a few bands after school
Look at at your bitch and she drool
I don't want no problems with you
Mind my business and stay cool
I was that boy in the sooz
Hopped in that bitch it said pew
Now I'm too hot and I don't need no sweater
Yea I'm that nigga ignoring the weather
Yo nigga so stupid I look like I'm clever
Yo bitch is a goofy she not on level
Looked at her once and she looked like the devil
No I can't have that I only want angels
Now back to this guap fore my fingers get tired
You a lame nigga that's why you got fired
I run this shit how you think you got hired
Bitch I'm the man and I be on fire
Got me some bread, I got me some dome
If a nigga pull up, he getting the chrome
And Yea I get cream, not talking bout cones
Pull up on me and she getting the bone
My flow is too crazy can't stop off of dome
I built this shit nigga, just like I was Rome
You niggas so basic like you a Jerome
I stay in the streets just like I was a cone bitch
I gotta get to the dividends
Get it then flip then stack it then spend again
Wear Suit and tie like a businessman
Meet face to face ain't no need for ah middleman
Y'all niggas do shit for publicity
Ain't talking static but I keep electricity
Preacher no ministry
Gotta keep blick on me
Can't show no sympathy
Hitters gone ride with me
U gone get smoked step in my vicinity
Sneaky shit turn you to an enemy
Flame my wood and pour up some Hennessy
Lil bad Jawn yea we got some chemistry
Money sprung yeah I keep a grip
Black on black camaro yeah yeah that's my whip
Pour a fo every day and sip
Givenchy letters on my sweater
Stacking my bread yeah straight cheddar
On top of shit, like a header
F*ck that bitch, my new wifey better
So if I like it I cop it
All designer I rock it
He Run up, my gun gotta cock it
You not bout it ,lil nigga stop it
Slow Cooking niggas, crockpot shit
Ran up a milli, jackpot shit
Hella automatics bitch we stocked
Not gone answer don't be shocked
Messages green now, duh ya blocked
Getting passed around, like a assist
Yo girl see me, she can't resist
Rollie and patek, that's on my wrist
VVS DIAMONDS ONLY, yeah they gliss
When I talk, just listen
These other niggas, no competition
When Im on the track, complete the mission
She wanna f*ck again, like timmy turner got that bitch wishin
Can't fw ha nomore, so if she slide Im dismissin
Gang shit, so we all affiliated
Got all my stripes, I be officiating
Shorties be on my dick, I never initiated
Be chillin with my main, Facemask and shit exfoliating
Run it up
Bitches they f*ck and suck dick and they slurp it up
Cup is too dirty I double up
Glock I call it Kobe I clutch it up
Club is to lit so I turn it up
You is not gang you can't roll with us
Beat is so gas so I gotta catch my breath
My niggas will drill you with 44
Shoot your head just like it's a go pro
Shoot it I brick but not talking kilos
Smoking on boof and im moving in slo mo
Skating on diamonds so they calling me foze zone
Don't eat tha pussy cus that is some play dough
Selling what Shaq be throwin at the free throw
Walk with a sack and I'm calling it cargo
Dunk on yo hoe like a pool
I made a few bands after school
Look at at your bitch and she drool
I don't want no problems with you
Mind my business and stay cool
I was that boy in the sooz
Hopped in that bitch it said pew
Now I'm too hot and I don't need no sweater
Yea I'm that nigga ignoring the weather
Yo nigga so stupid I look like I'm clever
Yo bitch is a goofy she not on level
Looked at her once and she looked like the devil
No I can't have that I only want angels
Now back to this guap fore my fingers get tired
You a lame nigga that's why you got fired
I run this shit how you think you got hired
Bitch I'm the man and I be on fire
Got me some bread, I got me some dome
If a nigga pull up, he getting the chrome
And Yea I get cream, not talking bout cones
Pull up on me and she getting the bone
My flow is too crazy can't stop off of dome
I built this shit nigga, just like I was Rome
You niggas so basic like you a Jerome
I stay in the streets just like I was a cone bitch
I gotta get to the dividends
Get it then flip then stack it then spend again
Wear Suit and tie like a businessman
Meet face to face ain't no need for ah middleman
Y'all niggas do shit for publicity
Ain't talking static but I keep electricity
Preacher no ministry
Gotta keep blick on me
Can't show no sympathy
Hitters gone ride with me
U gone get smoked step in my vicinity
Sneaky shit turn you to an enemy
Flame my wood and pour up some Hennessy
Lil bad Jawn yea we got some chemistry
Money sprung yeah I keep a grip
Black on black camaro yeah yeah that's my whip
Pour a fo every day and sip
Givenchy letters on my sweater
Stacking my bread yeah straight cheddar
On top of shit, like a header
F*ck that bitch, my new wifey better
So if I like it I cop it
All designer I rock it
He Run up, my gun gotta cock it
You not bout it ,lil nigga stop it
Slow Cooking niggas, crockpot shit
Ran up a milli, jackpot shit
Hella automatics bitch we stocked
Not gone answer don't be shocked
Messages green now, duh ya blocked
Getting passed around, like a assist
Yo girl see me, she can't resist
Rollie and patek, that's on my wrist
VVS DIAMONDS ONLY, yeah they gliss
When I talk, just listen
These other niggas, no competition
When Im on the track, complete the mission
She wanna f*ck again, like timmy turner got that bitch wishin
Can't fw ha nomore, so if she slide Im dismissin
Gang shit, so we all affiliated
Got all my stripes, I be officiating
Shorties be on my dick, I never initiated
Be chillin with my main, Facemask and shit exfoliating
Run it up
Bitches they f*ck and suck dick and they slurp it up
Cup is too dirty I double up
Glock I call it Kobe I clutch it up
Club is to lit so I turn it up
You is not gang you can't roll with us
Beat is so gas so I gotta catch my breath
My niggas will drill you with 44
Shoot your head just like it's a go pro
Shoot it I brick but not talking kilos
Smoking on boof and im moving in slo mo
Skating on diamonds so they calling me foze zone
Don't eat tha pussy cus that is some play dough
Selling what Shaq be throwin at the free throw
Walk with a sack and I'm calling it cargo
Writer: Kenneth Haynes
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid