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Cocoa Brovaz (Smif-N-Wessun) Ft. Raekwon - Black Trump (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cocoa Brovaz
Cocoa Brovaz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Composer
Tekomin Williams
Tekomin Williams
Composer
Desmond Wray
Desmond Wray
Composer
Darrell Yates, Jr.
Darrell Yates, Jr.
Composer
E. Hinson
E. Hinson
Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Attack mode, time to strike like a cobra
Poisonous venom into your system
Killin' you slower than **** with blowers to your jugular
My brother's keeper, but I put my brother to sleep
If my brother try to creep up
You know me, son, show respect when I'm rockin' the podium
Steam rollin' on ****, my team straight blowin' 'em
Got 'em throwin' their guns in the air like Onyx
Chef and Smiff-N-Wessum crime shit, New York's finest
[Verse 2]
Let me warn y'all killers upstairs
I see all y'all heavy like fuck, thinkin' my **** might flaw y'all
Blow your ammo, Shallah see the God fly commando
Handle, gun on my leg, blow his hand off
I'm lookin' at you wild like, fuck, you probably think I'm high
Seems luck, chain around my neck, bought it from Egyptp
Me, what? Hennessy drink, mahogany guns, we treesed up
Come out your shirt, buckle, kneesed up
This Casablanca rap **** throw some Gs up
Let's poly, slow-mo status, bring the keys up
Wonderin', runners is lookin' mighty, freezed up
Right stupid, FBI sell us these guns
[Verse 3]
Make this money, **** hold up guns
Armed full of licks, plus your dick, drop your ones
Your baby need new shoes and a outfit
I seen you stick-up kids, you can't wet the dick, lick
You see my set of twin hitmen from Bushwick?
Two chicks with the .22 TECs, bitch
You heard about 'em, now open up the circle so the dice can breathe
Pay you double if you triple, if you push, you pay me
[Verse 4]
Gotta poly with your crew to stack your loot up
Get your weight up, big up, pull your boots up
If you step into the club with your guns up
If the tension's on your mind, then raise the roof up
You gotta keep it in the fam, stack your loot up
Get your weight up, big up, pull your boots up
When you step into the club, put your guns up
If the tension's on your mind, then raise the roof up
Raise the roof up, raise the roof up
Now before we came to raise the roof up
Raise the roof up, raise the roof up
Still in awe, we came to raise the roof up
[Verse 5]
Minolta flash, gun in the stash, rollin' for more hash
Tek, why you slap fire out 'em? Hold fast
These **** gotta pay the hard way
Three the hard way, Allah swingin' on 'em like a San Diego Padre
[Verse 6]
You heard what the guard say, let's start this
Professional marksmen swimmin' like killer sharks
We lethal and heartless, on point like a dart, bitch
Bomb your camp if you want this
Connect with convicts on some don shit
[Verse 7]
Inspect the camouflage hats, you get the money in stat
Go to war like Saddam if he pushed you that
Keep his movements discreet when he out in the streets
Had to stash built to high heat for those who creep
[Verse 8]
Peep the ghetto bastards, run in your crib like two masked men
I run with a TEC and we ain't askin', we blastin'
Chef brought the extra cannon from Staten
Rhyme official, live broadcastin', makin' it happen
[Verse 9]
You gotta make power moves, black guns and cash rules
Hold my eight straight 'cause I been payin' dues
Wave king from way back, tryna see a mil stack
Miami money cats that leave you layin' down flat
[Verse 10]
You gotta poly with your crew to stack your loot up
Get your weight up, big up, pull your boots up
When you layin' in the cut, put your guns up
If the tension's on your mind, then raise the roof up
You gotta keep it in the fam, stack your loot up
Get your weight up, big up, pull your boots up
When you layin' in the cut with the guns tucked
If the tension's on your mind, then raise the roof up
Raise the roof up, raise the roof up
Here's the proof we came to raise the roof up
Raise the roof up, raise the roof up
Here's the proof we came to raise the roof up
Raise the roof up, raise the roof up
Here's the proof we here to raise the roof up
Raise the roof up, raise the roof up
Here's the proof we came to raise the roof up
Written by: Corey Woods, Darrell Yates, Jr., Desmond Wray, E. Hinson, Tekomin Williams

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