Lyrics Cousins - PROF, Cashinova

Cousins

Fuck twelve, oh well
LB’s for sale
No bail
G-goooo, go crazy!
Fuck twelve, oh well
LB’s for sale
No bail
G-goooo, go crazy!
Ah-ah
You can’t (you can’t)
Tell me (tell me)
Nothing (nothing!)
Ah-ah
You can’t (you can’t)
Tell me (tell me)
Nothing (nothing!)
Pullin' up, pullin' up, pullin' up
Pullin' up, pullin' up, pullin' up
Stuntin'
Give me that bike bitch, that’s my cousins
Can’t nobody tell me nothing
At 15 I found a girl and I crazy fucked that chick
Hit her in the hallways of Washburn
And had a baby off that shit
You can’t tell me nothing (Shh)
It’s no discussion
I’ve grown accustomed to all of those I’m fucking
It’s disgusting
Kissing, fucking, system bumping
It’s a bit destructive
I let my nuts hang, call me Mr. Pocket, bitch I love it
I’m highly trusted
My whole life you can’t trust po-po
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!
Fuck twelve, oh well
LB’s for sale
No bail
G-goooo, go crazy!
Fuck twelve, oh well
LB’s for sale
No bail
G-goooo, go crazy!
Ah-ah
You can’t (you can’t)
Tell me (tell me)
Nothing (nothing!)
Ah-ah
You can’t (you can’t)
Tell me (tell me)
Nothing (nothing!)
Yo, yo
Pullin' up, pullin' up, stuntin'
You was talking all of that bullshit 'bout me
'Till you got jumped by 10 of my cousins
Ain’t no discussion
Ain’t no more lovin'
This ain’t no one takin' shit from me
You know I been on my grind
My grandmother woulda been proud of her grandson, yeah son
Fuck twelve, middle finger to the law (to the law)
Fuck a hater, let the motherfucker talk
I cannot be out here lookin' like y’all
Y’all be doing the most, but doing nothing at all
Tell my new bitch that I need ménage
Tell my old bitches they ain’t fuckin' with me at all
Old friends wanna get wit' it, abort
But I ain’t stoppin' 'till I got it, 'till I’m barely done
Yo, bitch please, you know I’m from the city of the STP
They still tryna figure out what’s up my sleeve
But I just be gettin' to the money
Can’t nobody tell me nothin'
Fuck twelve, oh well
LB’s for sale
No bail
G-goooo, go crazy!
Fuck twelve, oh well
LB’s for sale
No bail
G-goooo, go crazy!
Ah-ah
You can’t (you can’t)
Tell me (tell me)
Nothing (nothing!)
Ah-ah
You can’t (you can’t)
Tell me (tell me)
Nothing (nothing!)
Ugh, you can’t tell me nothing
I’m drunk at the function
I’m acting Paul Bunyan
I’m taking your dog home
End of discussion
Ugh, I’m truly a savage
You should take a step back and consider your chances
You should know by now, motherfucker, this isn’t Kansas
You could get vanished
If I’m a vantage, see what your pan is
Got 'em assessing the damage
But I digress, I’m a tangent
Thinking in Spanish
Como estas, mi senorita
Bienvenido a la fiesta
No nos gustas la policias
My whole life you can’t trust po-po
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!
Fuck twelve, oh well
LB’s for sale
No bail
G-goooo, go crazy!
Fuck twelve, oh well
LB’s for sale
No bail
G-goooo, go crazy!
Ah-ah
You can’t (you can’t)
Tell me (tell me)
Nothing (nothing!)
Ah-ah
You can’t (you can’t)
Tell me (tell me)
Nothing (nothing!)