Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cousins, artist - PROF. Album song Powderhorn Suites, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Stophouse
Song language: English
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!) |