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Testo Elbow Room - Cochise

Testo della canzone Elbow Room (Cochise), tratta dall'album Elbow Room

Heard you set up like shop

I be on street, on yo block

Ok Louis

Uh, uh, heard you set up like shop

I be on street, on yo block

Running through the cheese like its chop, uh, uh

Heard you want smoke like Pop, uh, uh

Check yo life in a pic that's a crop, uh, uh

When his dreads in it look like a mop, uh, uh

Put my foot on they neck like a sock, uh, uh

Ayo whats poppin' I'm fresh out the part

I heard that boy flexing and he need to stop

All my brothas they with it, lil nigga get guap

I might drift to the money you think its a flock

RIP 2, ain't talking Pac

I'm for the people they callin me Rock

I'm beating that boy, just like a cop

Why is you coppin? I call them opp

Take off his shoes when you walk in my crib

Why that boy cappin' you working at Lid's

I'm at yo crib, with yo shorty, and kid and I'm eating his snacks cause it is what it is

Yea his shorty pulled up and sit on my lap

And then buddy got mad, and then she filled him with cap

And then buddy got mad, and he pulled out a strap

And I called up my brody and he got a mac

And he point it at, shhh, and lil buddy got back

And he said "I'm so sorry I will take it back"

All my brothers is running I'm stating them facts

And i'm printing this money, and it count like a fax

Heard he want a feature but he getting taxed

Told her she getting played like she play the sax

And I feel all this pain, I ain't feeling this max

But through all this pain I'm still getting these racks

Huh, yeah, huh, America, I'm seeing money you look like Claritin

Why is he talkin' he dont know the naritive, why is he talkin' he thought is was heroin

I feel like Samson, I got my hair top twisted

I'm getting tired I'm feeling like mission

Dawg got his hair top like Blake Griffin

Piston, if I take shot I ain't missin'

Listen, I'm up in London like Tipton

Sippin', I pour that tea like its Lipton

Different, I tell that shorty I'm different

Flick, then put it on and keep flickin'

Kickin' out something ain't talkin' bout Tipman

I'm in the club with a suit like i'm Hitman, Pew, Pew, Pew

Punching shit like I'm IP Man

Got that boy shaking just like the crip dance

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Writer(s): Terrell Cox
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