corrija a letra Letra Covid Cough por Roc Marciano

Featuring(s) : ScHoolboy Q

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Niggas play around til it's man down
I'm the illest nigga hands down
Air 'em out, air 'em out
Niggas play around til it's man down
I'm the illest nigga hands down
Air 'em out, air 'em out

[Roc Marciano]
You know what we came for
You know who gave the whore the cocaine jar
What's all the shade for [?]
Thirty shots sprayed off
Take you off like [?]
Your days are short like your Range sport
[?] champagne [?]
Paint your brain on the wall [?] bulldog
My airsoft knock a eyeball out your skull
Flush you out that hole you been hiding in
You high on the list, the homies gon' [?]
Oh you must've forgot I'm rich, I'm a project kid
And you my next project, kid
Been should've had you fixed
Should've had you [?]
A drill bit, shit I ain't did a drill in a bit
Give 'em a clip, [?] squeal like a pig
Life's a bitch, triеd to throw grits on a pimp and missed
[?] niggas is lit like a tennis [?]
Daddy you haven't said anything
With the pеn they say I'm Hemingway, I'm heavyweight
I'm better than niggas in every way
[?]
This the cherry on the cake
You most definitely getting spanked
After the gank, your old lady engage in hanky-pank
I'm in her pussy doing the stanky leg

[ScHoolboy Q]
How you don't love me like the [?]
You headphones, I'm hands on
In and out the way I handle, huh
You flirtin' with them candles, uh
You lookin' lady pussy tryna swim with the sharks
Nigga we navy [?] barely seen but platinum and gold
Nigga I'm really nice, the [?] the white dove rose
I can make butter fly, I don't have the time like those
Rather make mothers cry, the hit maker done slid down home
Because I'm certified, bonafide to knock-knock door
Tell me why homicide did [?] swab my teeth like gold
Nigga I rap a lot, [?] your block, you [?] snitchin' on the gram, you half a cop
I'm in the game, you tryna share my stats huh
I grab the drum out the backpack then boom-bap that
Yeah, normally I use it just to scratch my back
Don't gotta with rappers when your contracts maxed
Don't need a hundred niggas when you built like that
Let's get it, talkin' out your ass, you must got me confused
'Cause I will not lose, I got nothing to prove
I sold 20, made 20, I'm in the shadow of who?
I'm in the battle with who? That nigga sweeten my tooth
Just a rock in my shoe, can't stumble my grove
Must I humble this dude, brah I pity the fool
You can't sit at my table, can't be in my room
Just a must in my pits tryna swing from my dick
Just a but when I flick, [?]
Just a burp when I'm drunk, you the ash from the blunt
It don't matter the clumps, all you niggas is lunch
I'm really one of the ones, I can never be done
I'm [?]

[ScHoolboy Q]
Covid, nigga

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