Alaska Cordae
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[Intro]
Maddox on the beat
M.W.A. Music
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
Ayy, cook it up, whip it up faster
Diamonds cold swear that shit from Alaska ayy
I'm getting close to disaster ayy
Boy tell that shit to my pastor
I was flipping, whipping, dipped in the kitchen
These niggas tripping, put the game in submission
I'm Scottie Pippen, but I ball like a Piston
The shotty rippin' in a fucked up position
[Verse 1]
The game is over, my pain is over, you a lame, a joker
You can't catch me plus my flow is nasty and my name is vulgar
YBN, go and try again, we be the flyest friends
I do my thing, plus I pull some strings just like a violin
Let me tell you 'bout my life and my troubled past
Momma's car got stolen, took the shuttle pass
Re-up from three bucks copped the duffle bag
Please bruh, off these nuts, go and rush some cash
And now we winning again, my brothers spending a band
My niggas posted on the block, damn I be sinning with friends
I'm chasing twenties, Benjamins, and breaking barriers too
My family rich for generations, I might marry a Jew (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Maddox on the beat
M.W.A. Music
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
Ayy, cook it up, whip it up faster
Diamonds cold swear that shit from Alaska ayy
I'm getting close to disaster ayy
Boy tell that shit to my pastor
I was flipping, whipping, dipped in the kitchen
These niggas tripping, put the game in submission
I'm Scottie Pippen, but I ball like a Piston
The shotty rippin' in a fucked up position
[Verse 1]
The game is over, my pain is over, you a lame, a joker
You can't catch me plus my flow is nasty and my name is vulgar
YBN, go and try again, we be the flyest friends
I do my thing, plus I pull some strings just like a violin
Let me tell you 'bout my life and my troubled past
Momma's car got stolen, took the shuttle pass
Re-up from three bucks copped the duffle bag
Please bruh, off these nuts, go and rush some cash
And now we winning again, my brothers spending a band
My niggas posted on the block, damn I be sinning with friends
I'm chasing twenties, Benjamins, and breaking barriers too
My family rich for generations, I might marry a Jew (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
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