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NOTHING PERSONAL Video (MV)




Performed By: Coz Blvck
Language: English
Length: 1:23
Written by: Emmanuel Inyang




Coz Blvck - NOTHING PERSONAL Lyrics
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Don't play with me boy you really is my son nigga
Your first feature had to put it on your plate nigga
You fell off you made your hairline run nigga
I doing laps round your bitch cause you a bumb nigga
You got signed for pocket change you got Extorted nigga
I coulda signed your ass for better get you Started nigga
Your fans say your best song was your first nigga
Just like I told your mama you should have been aborted nigga
Shit ain't sweet
I've been in the streets
I can get no sleep
You just woke the beast
My shit ain't got no beauty nigga
Leave your ass deceased
You just pillow talking I be f*cking up these sheets
Yh
Just like your dad tho
That's why he left you mama hanging with no cash tho
That's why your record deal still ain't get you cash flow
This nigga tryna come at me like he Rambo
Emelie emelie
Still ain't touch a milli
Could tell you how we winning
But you don't know the feeling
You don't know the drilling
You don't know the killing
Can't tell you bout the (Naa shhh coz)
I can't spill it
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Don't play with me boy you really is my son nigga
Your first feature had to put it on your plate nigga
You fell off you made your hairline run nigga
I doing laps round your bitch cause you a bumb nigga
You got signed for pocket change you got Extorted nigga
I coulda signed your ass for better get you Started nigga
Your fans say your best song was your first nigga
Just like I told your mama you should have been aborted nigga
Shit ain't sweet
I've been in the streets
I can get no sleep
You just woke the beast
My shit ain't got no beauty nigga
Leave your ass deceased
You just pillow talking I be f*cking up these sheets
Yh
Just like your dad tho
That's why he left you mama hanging with no cash tho
That's why your record deal still ain't get you cash flow
This nigga tryna come at me like he Rambo
Emelie emelie
Still ain't touch a milli
Could tell you how we winning
But you don't know the feeling
You don't know the drilling
You don't know the killing
Can't tell you bout the (Naa shhh coz)
I can't spill it
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Writer: Emmanuel Inyang
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