Leppy Coqui Lyrics - Wiki

Made my own nation 

Out imagination 

Imagine making everything you wanted out of patience 

All while blunted, drinking, drunken, wasted 

What you thinking cousin? grubbing 

Fucking bacon 

Pull up in basic 

Sweat suit grey with some fucking Asics 

Nah some suedes thought you's gonna say some J's 

Liaison of real city shit he stays on 

Scaffoldings he hanged on 

Value every second that he waited till the train come 

Super hero living with my moms got the cape on 

It's taped on 

It's winter coming so my fades gone 

November out to LA like he Twon 

Shouts to the couch that I stay on 

Drank on the grey swan till we way gone 

Next day better pray for 'em or the day gone 

Better pray for 'em or the day gone 

Better pray for 'em 

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Made my own flag 

I'm a nomad 

A mutt strut cross the globe brag 

A cro-magnum 

Time zones had none 

When i flown past 

Switch it make my own path 

Like I'm Bo Jackson 

Two and one with that program son 

Blew out my lung 

Threw out my liver 

Ain't even an old man 

No man could get to me 

I'm so bad 

Before rap 

It was Michael Jackson throwbacks 

And I would dance along 

Felt like i'd enhance the song 

Grew older now everybody chanting on 

About what stance they on 

You don't think about the chance you wrong 

You thinking, can or can't conform 

To the man or mom 

I'm thinking if I can't perform 

Im damaging a dorm 

But I can so it's on 

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Leppy Coqui 

He definitely OD 

Definitely low key 

Definitely OG 

To every kid who ain't over 18 

Made my own beer my own year 1993 

Leppy Coqui 

He definitely OD 

Definitely low key 

Definitely OG 

To every single kid who ain't over 18 

Made my own beer my own year 1993 

Made my own thing 

No strings attached 

Just rap no bling 

Gold chain 

My grandma gave me on my born day 

That's the lone thing 

Its OD 

Last time back must've been '03 

Remembering her back yard the mango tree 

Dogs barking juxtaposed with rosaries 

Holding me to pops trying get a hold of me 

Smacked in manhattan man distractions what it's supposed to be 

It had to be 

You close to me or you mad at me 

It's all the same savagery 

Sipping bally b 

But I had to eat 

So I had to stop 

Went home to my baby girl in her lavish loft 

The best is when she chefing pork chops and applesauce 

And I eat it up, eat her up, squeeze her butt 

Never cease to fuck 

It's what I need she needs it just as much 

Did I leave 'em with enough fuck it