Land Of The Snakes Lyrics
[Verse 1]
This the sh*t I used to roll down Lewis Street with
Lord, know some hoes from the past like
"Damn Cole, wish I knew that you would be rich"
Well, should've asked
It's funny how these n*ggas on some real "Be cool with me" sh*t
I bagged two b*tches like it's two of me b*tch
This the sh*t I used to roll down Lewis Street with
Finally got my own bedroom in this b*tch
No more sleeping in my brother's room
Like man I might as well be sleeping in my mother's room
Cause how I'm supposed to sneak hoes with my bro here?
Plus she gon' find out I been rocking all this old gear
This is flow here, this is no fair
This is so pure, this is so clear
This is one breath, this is no air
Ain't no wedding and I do the most here
I'm the President you the co-chair
You the player, yeah, I'm the coach here
N*gga I coast here
That's why they got me set up on this West Coast here
Avoiding the snakes, AK's, and coke yeah
Get my d*ck wet but I never let it soak there
Man I been thinkin' bout movin' out
What? Country boy in the city in New York nine years
Ran that sh*t like Diddy
Riding through South Side Queens like Fiddy
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[Hook]
Nothing's impossible
And all you lame n*ggas show me what not to do
I met a real bad b*tch in the club tonight
She told me, "Watch the snakes cause they watching you"
I told her, "Aw baby don't stop! I ain't looking for the way to your heart!"
She said, "You 'bout to miss church" while she riding me
I like my Sundays with a cherry on top
Make that ass drop
Make that ass drop
Make that ass drop
Make that ass drop
[Verse 2]
Now if you only had one wish is it devious?
Cause you already know who your genie is
Can't get a cover now your mag on my penis
Like damn he turned out to be a genius
Damn real sh*t n*gga no Pixar
You n*ggas soft like Meagan Good's lips are
My kicks hard, my whip hard
I came out the womb with my d*ck hard
Back when I was playing Stomp the Yard
It be a bunch of n*ggas up on campus talking hard
Don't get exposed to these hoes, boy, knock it off
I seen your mama in a Benz when she dropped you off
Damn now who more thorough than me?
I paint a picture of my pain for the world to see
Could paint a picture of the game but my girl would see
Gotta ask myself, "What mean the world to me?"
[Hook]
Nothing's impossible
And all you lame n*ggas show me what not to do
I met a real bad b*tch in the club tonight
She told me, "Watch the snakes cause they watching you"
I told her, "Aw baby don't stop! I ain't looking for the way to your heart!"
She said, "You 'bout to miss church" while she riding me
I like my Sundays with a cherry on top
Make that ass drop
Make that ass drop
Make that ass drop
Make that ass drop
[Verse 3]
This the sh*t I used to roll down Lewis Street with
A little Fayettenam n*gga out in Beverly Hills
That's when I ran into this chick I went to college with
Yeah back when a n*gga was on scholarship
Was in a rush but I still stopped to holla, sh*t
That's the least I owed her cause see I tried to hit
On the first night, nah I ain't proud of it
I boned her in my dorm room and kicked her out of it
And I never called back, how thoughtfuless
Now I'm standing in the streets tryna politic with her
In her mind she calling me a misogynist n*gga
On some Bobby Brown sh*t my prerogative n*gga is to hit and never commit
Now realizing when I hit she never forgets
So every time I ignore the telephone call
Saying I'll hit her back knowing I'm never gon' call
She was hurting, now she staring dead in my face, she was smirking
Like, "Yeah I remember and nah you ain't worth sh*t, n*gga
You ain't worth sh*t, n*gga"
This the sh*t I used to roll down Lewis Street with