Cahoots Lyrics – Trabajarie

Cahoots Lyrics by Trabajarie

Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh
Swinging that stick
Swinging that stick
Swinging that stick

Swinging that stick
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh
Swinging that stick
Swinging that stick

Swinging that stick
Swinging that stick
I trap on the block wit a fye
A 30 round drum I put it directly inside of yo eye

I slide on a opp somebody goin die
The money come in it multiply
I’m swervin the lane in a Bentley coupe
That’s probably why i am ahead of you

She a big headed b#tch just like Betty Boop
Laying up wit yo hoe we was in cahoots
Wake up wake up young n#gg# gotta get up get the cake up
Caught a lil play just to make a lil paper

Lil shawty give brain while we on the escalator
Hater, hater
Yeen wanna see a n#gg# get a lil papеr
We the real robbеrs coming like raiders

Shoot off yo face to a mash potato
Yeah, FN make him spin
We was in a dirty benz riding without no vin
That 6 shot in the trunk issa pump we finna go in

And this gas that I’m smokin on is always gonna be him
I’m off all these drugs I just might pass out
Young n#gg#s out here lost on his path like hansel and gretel
Ain’t no tellin what he be on

And my drake finna sing a song
FN pull it outta my draws
If you not wit a n#gg# you wrong
And the bong hit Cheech and Chong

Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh
Swinging that stick
Swinging that stick
Swinging that stick

Swinging that stick
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh
Swinging that stick
Swinging that stick

Swinging that stick
Swinging that stick
I trap on the block wit a fye
A 30 round drum I put it directly inside of yo eye

I slide on a opp somebody goin die
The money come in it multiply
I’m swervin the lane in a Bentley coupe
That’s probably why i am ahead of you

She a big headed b#tch just like Betty Boop
Laying up wit yo hoe we was in cahoots
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh,Uh,Uh,UH
Slip of the lips and I’m grabbin the pump

If you jump in then yo #ss might get stomped
n#gg# be calling my phone what you want
I’m out in traffic in motion I’m goin
Dis b#tch she got them big t#tt#es they shown

Ride wit extension you know them boys blown
Dese n#gg#s ah
Dese n#gg#s hoe
Dese n#gg#s tripping gay on the low

Why would you say cause them jakes on the road
Can’t ride wit snakes cause they stay gonna fold
Dese b#tches stay tryna play on my phone
I’m on a date tryna play wit her bow

If dese n#gg#s play then I play wit that pole
Imma play wit yo soul lil b#tch
You know how i roll lil b#tch
I roll wit sum soldiers on go lil b#tch

I be in the zone lil b#tch
Where n#gg#s turn bodies to stone lil b#tch
Nobody goin know lil b#tch
As soon as your body turn cold lil b#tch

You know the case closed lil b#tch
Feel like my wrist in my Rolls lil b#tch
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh
Swinging that stick

Swinging that stick
Swinging that stick
Swinging that stick
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh

Swinging that stick
Swinging that stick
Swinging that stick
Swinging that stick

I trap on the block wit a fye
A 30 round drum I put it directly inside of yo eye
I slide on a opp somebody goin die
The money come in it multiply

I’m swervin the lane in a Bentley coupe
That’s probably why i am ahead of you
She a big headed b#tch just like Betty Boop
Laying up wit yo hoe we was in cahoots
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Trabajarie Lyrics – Cahoots

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Cahoots