Congo

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Cherry drop top Lotus I'll bury these cockroaches And leave your rassclot top open I had to lift the Glock with potholders And put it where your pie hole is I've been told I'm where the pot of gold is No shit, it's not where the rainbow ends Swizz Beats Bally's with the feather Any bitch that meet me, that's a happy heifer (Facts) The heat be in the Ac Integra The jacket's leather (Uh) The MAC have you tweakin' like Max Headroom I ain't done finessin', this a test run Hit you in the neck and then left the gun in the restaurant Yves Saint Lauren tee, extra large The vest, Kevlar - that's a hell of a bar KY Jelly in the jar with your broad I had to beg Allah for a fresh start These niggas is a dub, boy The Air Max 97's, the corduroys Word to mother, you null and void The pump made dumb noise It had a brother running from the boys, hot summers I give you this work like you unemployed I just copped another toy Spoiled like a new little bundle of joy You bums couldn't touch a coin [Interlude: Q-Tip] You won't get near nothing Shit ain't got no cut, boy Trust, this is [?], this is just boy You niggas is a dub, boy Trust, this is [?], this is just boy You niggas is a dub, boy [Verse 2] I pray the plan goes right Vanna White on the Rambo knife Bust the hammer, gave the handle a wipe Furs like, "to hell with animal rights" Gotta be careful How dare you go gamblin' with your life like Like it's a handful of dice You better off tryin' to dance on some ice In some Nikes I'm winnin' by a landslide, dyke Thirty on the waist be the pant size Cock the nine back like a handjob The brick in Tanama, came from Panama Eighteen, the timepiece, this a Panerai Bitch, you just par for the course Fuck what the car cost Put your money on the dark horse I can get the order to you hard or soft Your lady still gon' suck it if it's hard or soft That's a fact, Jack, it's under the Snapple cap I had to be a pharaoh in the past Snatch the all-black Calico out the stash When in battle All you seen is the barrel and the flash Uh, uh [Outro] These niggas is a dub, boy The Air Max 97's the corduroys Word to mother you null and void The pump made dumb noise It had a brother runnin' from the boys, hot summers I give you this work like you unemployed I just copped another toy I'm spoiled like a new little bundle of joy You bums couldn't touch a coin
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Credits
- Writers
- Roc Marciano