COBRA DS - M.S.D.L.

Mama said dont listen
Or you gonn rest in peace in
Im talking bout a streets and
Aint no love police and
Mama said dont listen
Or you gonn rest in peace in
Im talking bout a streets and
Aint no love police and
Im flexin, worry bout nothing
Nothing but a heat, and i keep on rocking
Let it go Let it go
We gonn make it up on fire dancefloor
Shawty like a birtday show
Drunk as fuck roll as blunt
Be superstar, blow that bomb
Lil John calls, get it crunk
That D like D that S like dollar
Whatch my thaings, my band come holla
Me, streets, and i like that
Play your money, hooligan it
Crazy young and beautifull
Tyra Banks sucks with her models
Cops dont know what to do
Neighbours, pills cant help em
Party planet scale, keep it real hahaha
Mama said dont listen
Or you gonn rest in peace in
Im talking bout a streets and
Aint no love police and
Mama said dont listen
Or you gonn rest in peace in
Im talking bout a streets and
Aint no love police and
La la la la lai la la la
La la la la la la la la
Red hot chillie paper, im chilling undertaker
Give me more, ill take it
Party maker, party maker
Red hot chillie paper, im chilling undertaker
Give me more, ill take it
Party maker, party maker
Mama said dont listen
Or you gonn rest in peace in
Im talking bout a streets and
Aint no love police and
Mama said dont listen
Or you gonn rest in peace in
Im talking bout a streets and
Aint no love police and

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COBRA DS

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