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lirik lagu could it be – poetik

[intro: poetik]
i dedicate this song to all the usos out there that love to talk sh*t about their own loved ones
behind everybody’s back, you running your mouth
straight up, and, and you tryna call yourself an uso?
[?], i’m the half*[?] one, my n*gga, you actin’ lightskinned, heh*heh*heh*heh
know what i’m saying? [?], let ’em know, uce

[verse 1: mack cool]
check
i feel a cold vibe coming from the love, no lie
tell me what it is, don’t lie
just a bottle cap, it’s to the bottom with the usos, one time
tell ’em who the real and who’s not
so don’t be tryna hide it if it’s really how you feel, homie
i don’t understand it but i guess the hate is real
once a brother, now another fake n*gga backstabbin’
’cause i don’t give a f*ck, turn up or start dabbin’
let’s keep the magic, compliments and high*fives and all of that
mixin’ up a bottle full of facts, take a shot
and don’t be braggin’ ’bout a n*gga, don’t
i hate to drag a n*gga by the throat and out his home
a mellow g is what i been, never tripped unless
you crossed the line though, pray to god that i won’t confess
don’t need the stress ’cause i just wanna stay blessed, keep it rockin’ the day
good vibes and dope rhymes, pop, lockin’ away
[chorus: la coco]
could it be
that i’m way too fresh for you when i’m on my own? (own, own)
jealousy
that’s why you’re hatin’ on me on the low (low, low)

[verse 2: poetik]
another day, another dollar—sh*t, they should change that
another day, another problem, rearrange that
another volunteer for [?]*splittin’
i push your fate back, done, don’t test me, son
competition none, clippin’ gun on the top shelf
i don’t really need ’cause i box well
can’t comprehend it, uce, thought you was down
had respect from the suspekt
but now you talkin’ like you wanna get your chin checked, that could be arranged
i was raised by the boo*yaa so i know the bang
hatin’ on me, uce? gots to be a reason
i been loyal to you for the last twelve seasons
smilin’ in my face, even serve a [?]
soon as i turn around, sharp blades up in my back
tell me, dawg, is you envious?
could it be the way i shine got the womens all up on mine?
another hit song on the radio
you should be happy for me though, what you mean*muggin’ for?
jealousy is a b*tch and you kissed her
don’t make me have to miss you, make me have to pour ’round liquor
standin’ with your hands out, sh*t
tryna eat off my plate now
i should’ve known all along you tried to set me up
you heart rotten, plottin’ tryna [?] me up, motherf*cker
[chorus: la coco]
could it be
that i’m way too fresh for you when i’m on my own? (own, own)
jealousy
that’s why you’re hatin’ on me on the low (low, low)

[bridge: la coco]
(ooh*ooh*ooh) now you know i thought i told ya
(ooh*ooh*ooh) well, yeah, you heard i ain’t got time for you, no, no
(ooh*ooh*ooh) i ain’t standin’ ’round wastin’ my time on ya
(ooh*ooh*ooh) well, yeah, you heard i ain’t got time, no, no, no, no
i ain’t got no time for you, no, no
oh*ohhh, la*la*la*la*la, no, no, no, no, no

[verse 3: cole parker]
mi casa su casa but you gots to have respect though
mi no wanna give you sus so come correct, bro
no doubt, my doubt has been official, i wish you the best
but when it becomes official, the rest is natural progression
[?] seek forgiveness may be, gets to steppin’
you don’t wanna see less good old*fashioned ass*whoopin’
actin’ d*e*f*g, no, they don’t fly, son
don’t make me make you listen like you my son
night*night, son, lie flat like horizon
but that’s enough of that, i’m a nice guy
just get into somebody’s little [?] and they besties
been chilly like an eski and barbarian sp
more than fair if you ask me and my associates
the [?] opposite, profession inappropriate
like david [?] says his waist and his ways
way up the wait and way up on the wait, uh
[verse 4: poetik]
mama say, never sweat these problems
pops say, give them one good hit
and i’ll be d*mned if i live, better bit in the apple that turned rotten
never break a fingernail when i slap these hoes
keep it pimpin’ with the groove, that’s the hamo attitude
i got moves to make, i’ll manoeuvre through these fakes
watch for snakes, keep the grass cut low
stay your cool like vailima off tap

[chorus: la coco & poetik]
could it be (and it’s like that)
that i’m way too fresh for you when i’m on my own? (own, own)
jealousy
that’s why you’re hatin’ on me on the low (low, low)
could it be
that i’m way too fresh for you when i’m on my own? (own, own)
jealousy
that’s why you’re hatin’ on me on the low (low, low)

[outro]
gary, mate, what’s goin’ on with you, mate?
f*ckin’—you know, f*ck [?], mate?
i mean, mate, why don’t you just get on your bike, come on down with the sporties, get a bl**dy vv and, mate, f*ckin’ [?] of whiskey and get some of those little chips and f*ckin’ [?] some [?] and just f*ckin’, you know?
have a f*ckin’ good old [?] and, and f*ckin’ sort it out, mate?
i mean, we’re all bl**dy mates here, i guess?
f*ck’s got in ya, gary? you know?
don’t be a c*nt, gary!

- poetik

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