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K.O.D.

K.O.D. lyrics

Cole, Cole, Cole
Cole, Cole, Cole
Cole, Cole, Cole
Cole, Cole, Cole

This is what you call a flip
Ten keys from a quarter brick
Gently from his mama’s whip
K.O.D., he’s hard as shit
This is what you call a flip
Ten keys from a quarter brick
Bentley from his mama’s whip
K.O.D., he’s hard as shit
This is what you call a flip
Ten keys from a quarter brick
Gently from his mama’s whip
K.O.D., he’s hard as shit
This is what you call a flip
Ten keys from a quarter brick
Bentley from his mama’s whip
K.O.D., he’s hard as shit

Wow, niggas been crampin’ my style
Blowin’ my high, they want a reply
The number one question is, “How?”
How does it feel now that you on?
How much you worth? How big is your home?
How come you won’t get a few features?
I think you should? How ’bout I don’t?
How ’bout you just get the fuck off my dick?
How ’bout you listen and never forget?
Only gon’ say this one time, then I’m dipped
Niggas ain’t worthy to be on my shit
Haven’t you heard? I’m as cold as the tip
Tip of the iceberg that tipped the Titanic
No tip-toein’ ’round it, my shit is gigantic
It’s big as the fuckin’ Atlantic, I’m lit, bitch

This is what you call a flip
Ten keys from a quarter brick
Gently from his mama’s whip
K.O.D., he’s hard as shit
This is what you call a flip
Ten keys from a quarter brick
Bentley from his mama’s whip
K.O.D., he’s hard as shit
This is what you call a flip
Ten keys from a quarter brick
Gently from his mama’s whip
K.O.D., he’s hard as shit
This is what you call a flip
Ten keys from a quarter brick
Bentley from his mama’s whip
K.O.D., he’s hard as shit

I grew up on the hue of the love
‘Member I got my first view of the blood
I’m hangin’ out and they shoot up the club
My homie got pharmaceutical plug
I smoke the drug and it run through my vein
I think it’s nothin’ to solvin’ the pain
Don’t give no fuck [?] the same
Don’t give no fuck [?] the same
Yeah, had that shit daily
Sipped so much Actavis, Actavis, Actavis, Actavis that they should pay me
If practice made perfect, I’m practice’s baby
If practice made perfect, I’m practice’s baby
Platinum is ridin’ in back like Miss Daisy
Platinum disk and my own masters, bitch, pay me
Young nigga trappin’ [?]
My nigga sell crack like it’s back in the ’80s
He don’t give a fuck if them crackers gon’ hang him
Bitches been askin’, “Where have you been lately?”
I stacked a few M’s like my last name was Shady
My life is too crazy, no actor could play me
My life is too crazy, no actor could play me

This is what you call a flip
Ten keys from a quarter brick
Gently from his mama’s whip
K.O.D., he’s hard as shit
This is what you call a flip
Ten keys from a quarter brick
Bentley from his mama’s whip
K.O.D., he’s hard as shit

Sadness
Faith
I’m the strongest element of all…
Love


K.O.D.
K.O.D. lyrics
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