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C-Price - New Cosa Nostra Lyrics



C-Price - New Cosa Nostra Lyrics
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[ Featuring Big Leo ]

It feel like Valentine's Day, 1929, line em up but I ain't looking for no valentine
This that blue magic, have that lil' bitch looking like a stick figure
Simple math, I had that nine flipping six niggas
Now you a headline when mama open the paper
Feel like Vito and all you bitches owe me a favor
Niggas phony, I'm Tony and they like to pretend
It's show and tell, nigga say hello Tommy little
Bitch, I creep up with that Tommy, I'm a Goodfella
I promise if this Mac give you a touch up, you won't look better
I promise them machine gun shots, very heavy
They take half of yo face and make you really look like Kelly
Boy, you better hide ya lady, if she ya saving grace
Leave that bitch buried in Nelson if we shoot your baby face
Bitch step inside this ring and you can't turn to the ref
And if I grab that hammer, you gon' learn with your left
Any problems, he can go to Price
Trouble with the opps, he can call Price
But now the guys gotta come up with Price's money every week, no matter what
Business is bad, nigga, f*ck you, pay me
Missing a bag, nigga, f*ck you, pay me
If that bitch got the cash and she say, f*ck you, pay me
Send that bitch down the chain and make her bust two baby
When you hear them niggas speaking bout that greatness
It's Mr. When the motherf*ckers see me, they don't say shit
Feeling like I'm Don Carleone, bitch, I'm the godfather
Your main bitch gon' spin about the dick, she say I'm harder
Who the f*ck saying they want pressure, we gon' air it out
Unless I'm at the f*cking bowling alley, I can't spare em out
We finna have a meeting, dawg, just meet me at the table
I keep mares by the pairs, ain't no stallions in my
I been slamming hoes all summer, this a PLE
Cam on while I bust her from the back, this a POV
Cash before anything, jit, and that's words to ski
Dope be extra clean, I charged a junkie ass a extra fee
I really been him, like, where the f*ck you been
I'm in a hurricane city, I make it wet wherever I spin
All a nigga need in his life of sin
Is my goddamn respect and some f*cking Benjamins, bitch, we here
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English

It feel like Valentine's Day, 1929, line em up but I ain't looking for no valentine
This that blue magic, have that lil' bitch looking like a stick figure
Simple math, I had that nine flipping six niggas
Now you a headline when mama open the paper
Feel like Vito and all you bitches owe me a favor
Niggas phony, I'm Tony and they like to pretend
It's show and tell, nigga say hello Tommy little
Bitch, I creep up with that Tommy, I'm a Goodfella
I promise if this Mac give you a touch up, you won't look better
I promise them machine gun shots, very heavy
They take half of yo face and make you really look like Kelly
Boy, you better hide ya lady, if she ya saving grace
Leave that bitch buried in Nelson if we shoot your baby face
Bitch step inside this ring and you can't turn to the ref
And if I grab that hammer, you gon' learn with your left
Any problems, he can go to Price
Trouble with the opps, he can call Price
But now the guys gotta come up with Price's money every week, no matter what
Business is bad, nigga, f*ck you, pay me
Missing a bag, nigga, f*ck you, pay me
If that bitch got the cash and she say, f*ck you, pay me
Send that bitch down the chain and make her bust two baby
When you hear them niggas speaking bout that greatness
It's Mr. When the motherf*ckers see me, they don't say shit
Feeling like I'm Don Carleone, bitch, I'm the godfather
Your main bitch gon' spin about the dick, she say I'm harder
Who the f*ck saying they want pressure, we gon' air it out
Unless I'm at the f*cking bowling alley, I can't spare em out
We finna have a meeting, dawg, just meet me at the table
I keep mares by the pairs, ain't no stallions in my
I been slamming hoes all summer, this a PLE
Cam on while I bust her from the back, this a POV
Cash before anything, jit, and that's words to ski
Dope be extra clean, I charged a junkie ass a extra fee
I really been him, like, where the f*ck you been
I'm in a hurricane city, I make it wet wherever I spin
All a nigga need in his life of sin
Is my goddamn respect and some f*cking Benjamins, bitch, we here
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Writer: Tracy Coleman, Alandre Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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C-Price - New Cosa Nostra Video
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Performed By: C-Price
Featuring: Big Leo
Language: English
Length: 3:02
Written by: Tracy Coleman, Alandre Brown
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