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SirocObama - Toothless Lyrics



SirocObama - Toothless Lyrics




Everything died, uh-huh, look, look, uh Sayin' hell, I'm all lonely, it's a couple
Of niggas I owe When I die, f*ck a pigeon, I'm a crow
Brody gon' hop out the V with a polk And f*ck a lot of shit, niggas know how I go
I ain't aiming, I hop out with pokes And I know that these niggas be hoes

Tryna blow up a pop with these hoes I'ma stay on my grind, gotta focus on me
I ain't crazy, got demons that eat I be stuck in my mind, tryna stay on my feet
I'm just sippin' and rappin' off beats I'm addicted, you be hittin' up deets
With a fifth, I be drippin' so clean All of my niggas go eat

And baby gon' hop out on feet And most put faces on T's
I ain't walk it, but pass me the lean Yellow tape surrounding the scene
Lil' drippin', Gago the beat Pretty buggin', ain't no bluffin
If he did it, he did it for somethin' Like niggas, stop all of that clutchin

And it's bout to get lit if we steppin' the function
Pop me a pull and I'm killin' a dozen Two, three shots, aim it at his muffin
Catch me up, shit, everybody duckin' Like, don't run if you trippin', get put in
My spliff I'm a demon, so I stay with the grip

Know a nigga got head in his lip But let's gon' really hit him in his hip
Fly, like, my nigga big He go dumb, leave a nigga numb
The chopper early, don't be gettin' drunk We separate, roam, we catch a optic
Goofy nigga, roam, we live in the zoo And he rockin' with charms, charms

Like, my nigga Moses don't need a pill To go head to drill
We see how niggas really choppin' down the fields
Haters don't see, we got real skills Gettin' to the top, like, hunkin' on the hill
Best to see, let me go call Dr. Phil You think I give a f*ck and you throw

We live in the trenches, we can barely pay bills
And I ain't lyin', when I rap, I always keep it real
That we need the money, so we had to start makin' deals
And nigga, we really droppin' the five Shady a star, so I set him to the sky

Every time I catch up, goofy nigga hide If it was a story, nigga, would you really ride
And I ain't worried bout no watch, cause all my niggas live
She said she love me, but I know the bitch really lied
Yeah, I know she really lied Glock, Glock, boom
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Everything died, uh-huh, look, look, uh Sayin' hell, I'm all lonely, it's a couple
Of niggas I owe When I die, f*ck a pigeon, I'm a crow
Brody gon' hop out the V with a polk And f*ck a lot of shit, niggas know how I go
I ain't aiming, I hop out with pokes And I know that these niggas be hoes

Tryna blow up a pop with these hoes I'ma stay on my grind, gotta focus on me
I ain't crazy, got demons that eat I be stuck in my mind, tryna stay on my feet
I'm just sippin' and rappin' off beats I'm addicted, you be hittin' up deets
With a fifth, I be drippin' so clean All of my niggas go eat

And baby gon' hop out on feet And most put faces on T's
I ain't walk it, but pass me the lean Yellow tape surrounding the scene
Lil' drippin', Gago the beat Pretty buggin', ain't no bluffin
If he did it, he did it for somethin' Like niggas, stop all of that clutchin

And it's bout to get lit if we steppin' the function
Pop me a pull and I'm killin' a dozen Two, three shots, aim it at his muffin
Catch me up, shit, everybody duckin' Like, don't run if you trippin', get put in
My spliff I'm a demon, so I stay with the grip

Know a nigga got head in his lip But let's gon' really hit him in his hip
Fly, like, my nigga big He go dumb, leave a nigga numb
The chopper early, don't be gettin' drunk We separate, roam, we catch a optic
Goofy nigga, roam, we live in the zoo And he rockin' with charms, charms

Like, my nigga Moses don't need a pill To go head to drill
We see how niggas really choppin' down the fields
Haters don't see, we got real skills Gettin' to the top, like, hunkin' on the hill
Best to see, let me go call Dr. Phil You think I give a f*ck and you throw

We live in the trenches, we can barely pay bills
And I ain't lyin', when I rap, I always keep it real
That we need the money, so we had to start makin' deals
And nigga, we really droppin' the five Shady a star, so I set him to the sky

Every time I catch up, goofy nigga hide If it was a story, nigga, would you really ride
And I ain't worried bout no watch, cause all my niggas live
She said she love me, but I know the bitch really lied
Yeah, I know she really lied Glock, Glock, boom
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Writer: Chris Cirocbaby
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Language: English
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Written by: Chris Cirocbaby

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