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Andre Nickatina - Couger lyrics
They call me Tennessee tornado You can call me Dr J if you a baller, and its getting fatal My big 6 crush the whole table Cuz my domino effect is from the grey back to the cradle I rap MC lullabies So these cats bring 38's, tek nines and 45's The grass is green, so we stay high Freak, how you gonna buy a burger, didn't get the damn fries I leave ya stiff when I elevate 5-0 at the door, tigers all hit the fire 'scape I got my money, my weed, i got my wallet Staggering like an alcoholic, just can't call it, yo [chorus] We do these things and we don't give a fuck We fire up a blunt, in the car bumpin' Cougnut I got on my blue star Chucks We fire up a blunt, in the car bumpin' Cougnut My rap mag plays laser tag So they can find your hand and the mic' in the brown bag I wear my pants with a slight sag I expose your shows with flows, man, cuz I love cash I rhyme gamble like Pete Rose And I sport new clothes on you MC fine hoes I locate like transmitters And you know with my wood your heart fill the five spitter? I ain't nothin but a go-getter Some think I'm touched so they label me a gold nigger Keep skis like a gold digger Like credit card scams that exceed in the 4 figures [chorus x4] |
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