Tabs (Explicit)
Cozz"Tabs (Explicit)" ist ein Song von Cozz, 2015, Pop. Der Song dauert 3:27, 95 lines / 752 words.
Songtext
0:28I don't keep tabs on these b**ches
0:30I close the tab on these b**ches
0:31Won't give no cash to these b**ches
0:33I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot
0:35Won't call a cab for these b**ches
0:37I don't give a damn bout these b**ches
0:38I don't give a damn bout these b**ches
0:40I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot
0:42I just don't care don't call a cab
0:44Don't have a care for these b**ches
0:45I don't give a damn if I had a van
0:47I would still dance on these b**ches
0:49I don't give a damn I know your plan
0:51I'm not a fan of these b**ches
0:52I know the plan of you b**ches you is just after the riches
0:56So I do not care if it's dark or not
0:58I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot
0:59So baby girl please do not talk a lot
1:01Spark the pot take a drink yeah we got to rock
1:03Got the Dr. Phil
1:04When I author shots I'm like Dr. Phil
1:06I make her problems stop let me cop a feel
1:08When I was talking shots I meant liquor ni**a
1:09Words get mixed up and the cops will kill
1:11But nah for real you ain't gotta chill
1:13You in college still pop a pill
1:15Drink something then walk it off
1:168 miles ain't nothing to ya' like papa doc
1:19I guess it is when you're off a lot
1:21And your neck itch you're off a lot
1:23Only my palms itchin'
1:25Y'all niggas know y'all broads trippin'
1:29Tenantry hop up in my whip I just got it for the low
1:33I'm about to get some tint
1:34So you hoes never know who be ridin' in my sh*t
1:38I don't keep tabs on these b**ches
1:39I close the tab on these b**ches
1:41Won't give no cash to these b**ches
1:43I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot
1:44Won't call a cab for these b**ches
1:46I don't give a damn bout these b**ches
1:48I don't give a damn bout these b**ches
1:50I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot
1:52I don't keep tabs on these b**ches
1:53I close the tab on these b**ches
1:55Won't give no cash to these b**ches
1:57I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot
1:58Won't call a cab for these b**ches
2:00I don't give a damn bout these b**ches
2:02I don't give a damn bout these b**ches
2:04I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot
2:05I don't give a damn bout these b**ches
2:07I'm bout to close up the tab
2:09I'm too black to hail you a cab
2:11I can't ride the train with these b**ches
2:13Cause bas a boss I eat Italian every day
2:15Clear the scene and make it vacate
2:17Kill the show and hit the road
2:19Me and my ni**a Cody got it locked down like a figure 4
2:21More like figure 40
2:22And them b**ches know we don't f**k 'em slow
2:24We don't finger shorty's they already horny
2:26You ain't f**king that's a clever joke
2:27I don't chase b**ches I f**k 8 b**ches
2:29This past week I got really lucky on Wednesday
2:32Just ask me I was backseat with two bad freaks
2:34It was that easy liquor flow I got a henny
2:37Smoke a pound of d**e and make it back easy
2:39Never trust a ni**a where I'm from a ni**a love a ni**a
2:41Do him that greasy for the love of money
2:43Color money paint the streets red
2:45Don't dangle bread for the least fare
2:47Cause all a ni**a need is time
2:48One dime that you fond of and you lined up
2:51One time won't look twice your time's up
2:54So I just hustle work and grind
2:55Cause all these niggas rather see me dead
2:57And all these hoes ain't worth a dime
2:59For real combined
3:01I don't keep tabs on these b**ches
3:03I close the tab on these b**ches
3:04Won't give no cash to these b**ches
3:06I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot
3:08Won't call a cab for these b**ches
3:10I don't give a damn bout these b**ches
3:11I don't give a damn bout these b**ches
3:13I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot
3:15I don't keep tabs on these b**ches
3:17I'm supposed to tap on these b**ches
3:18Won't give no cash to these b**ches
3:20I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot
3:22Won't call a cab for these b**ches
3:24I don't give a damn bout these b**ches
3:25I don't give a damn bout these b**ches
3:27I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot
I don't keep tabs on these b**ches I close the tab on these b**ches Won't give no cash to these b**ches I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot Won't call a cab for these b**ches I don't give a damn bout these b**ches I don't give a damn bout these b**ches I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot I just don't care don't call a cab Don't have a care for these b**ches I don't give a damn if I had a van I would still dance on these b**ches I don't give a damn I know your plan I'm not a fan of these b**ches I know the plan of you b**ches you is just after the riches So I do not care if it's dark or not I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot So baby girl please do not talk a lot Spark the pot take a drink yeah we got to rock Got the Dr. Phil When I author shots I'm like Dr. Phil I make her problems stop let me cop a feel When I was talking shots I meant liquor ni**a Words get mixed up and the cops will kill But nah for real you ain't gotta chill You in college still pop a pill Drink something then walk it off 8 miles ain't nothing to ya' like papa doc I guess it is when you're off a lot And your neck itch you're off a lot Only my palms itchin' Y'all niggas know y'all broads trippin' Tenantry hop up in my whip I just got it for the low I'm about to get some tint So you hoes never know who be ridin' in my sh*t I don't keep tabs on these b**ches I close the tab on these b**ches Won't give no cash to these b**ches I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot Won't call a cab for these b**ches I don't give a damn bout these b**ches I don't give a damn bout these b**ches I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot I don't keep tabs on these b**ches I close the tab on these b**ches Won't give no cash to these b**ches I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot Won't call a cab for these b**ches I don't give a damn bout these b**ches I don't give a damn bout these b**ches I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot I don't give a damn bout these b**ches I'm bout to close up the tab I'm too black to hail you a cab I can't ride the train with these b**ches Cause bas a boss I eat Italian every day Clear the scene and make it vacate Kill the show and hit the road Me and my ni**a Cody got it locked down like a figure 4 More like figure 40 And them b**ches know we don't f**k 'em slow We don't finger shorty's they already horny You ain't f**king that's a clever joke I don't chase b**ches I f**k 8 b**ches This past week I got really lucky on Wednesday Just ask me I was backseat with two bad freaks It was that easy liquor flow I got a henny Smoke a pound of d**e and make it back easy Never trust a ni**a where I'm from a ni**a love a ni**a Do him that greasy for the love of money Color money paint the streets red Don't dangle bread for the least fare Cause all a ni**a need is time One dime that you fond of and you lined up One time won't look twice your time's up So I just hustle work and grind Cause all these niggas rather see me dead And all these hoes ain't worth a dime For real combined I don't keep tabs on these b**ches I close the tab on these b**ches Won't give no cash to these b**ches I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot Won't call a cab for these b**ches I don't give a damn bout these b**ches I don't give a damn bout these b**ches I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot I don't keep tabs on these b**ches I'm supposed to tap on these b**ches Won't give no cash to these b**ches I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot Won't call a cab for these b**ches I don't give a damn bout these b**ches I don't give a damn bout these b**ches I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot
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