Alaska

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Cordae - Rap, In English

Alaska

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Duration: 2:20

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[Intro] Maddox on the beat M.W.A. Music Aye, aye, aye aye [Chorus] Aye, cook it up, whip it up faster Diamonds cold, swear that shit from Alaska, aye I'm getting close to disaster, aye Boy, tell that shit to my pastor I was flipping, whipping, dipped in the kitchen These niggas tripping, put the game in submission I'm Scottie Pippen, but I ball like a Piston The shotty rippin' in a fucked up position [Verse 1] The game is over, my pain is over, you a lame, a joker You can't catch me, plus my flow is nasty and my name is vulgar YBN, go and try again, we be the flyest friends I do my thing, plus I pull some strings just like a violin Let me tell you 'bout my life and my troubled past Momma's car got stolen, took the shuttle pass Re-up from three bucks, copped the duffle bag Please, bruh, off these nuts, go and rush some cash And now we winning again, my brothers spending a band My niggas posted on the block, damn, I be sinning with friends I'm chasing twenties, Benjamins, and breaking barriers too My family rich for generations, I might marry a Jew (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) [Chorus] Aye, cook it up, whip it up faster Diamonds cold, swear that shit from Alaska, aye I'm getting close to disaster, aye Boy, tell that shit to my pastor I was flipping, whipping, dipped in the kitchen These niggas tripping, put the game in submission I'm Scottie Pippen, but I ball like a Piston The shotty rippin' in a fucked up position, uh [Verse 2] My lifestyle too wild, I know Everything change with a new high low Fifty bands, what I cashed in, my show I got that gas, this that hydro I'm too great, I don't have rivals Niggas be telling, speed dial 5-0 'Cause these niggas be fake, I'm a winner these days Motherfuckers be sweet, with a hint of cheesecake Syrup spilling, coughin' penicillin Heads turning, walking in the building Ledge burnin', often I'm a villain Was deserted, brought up by some real ones Had to catch it reckless, was a daily Momma calling, checking on her baby Took a trip to Texas, going crazy Eating beats for breakfast, I'm elated I was stressing, blessings on the way Dropped out, no testing me today Murder tracks, I bet I beat the case Redbone, she built like LisaRaye Stack my chips I bought my Frito Lay I don't listen what these people say Fuck a Honda, niggas need a Wraith Damn, the whole team eating great [Chorus] Aye, cook it up, whip it up faster Diamonds cold, swear that shit from Alaska, aye I'm getting close to disaster, aye Boy, tell that shit to my pastor I was flipping, whipping, dipped in the kitchen These niggas tripping, put the game in submission I'm Scottie Pippen, but I ball like a Piston The shotty rippin' in a fucked up position, ah

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Credits

Writers
  • Maddox Grayson
  • Cordae