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Commando Video (MV)




Performed By: Telikoso
Length: 2:26
Written by: Telik Moye




Telikoso - Commando Lyrics




Telikoso
Oso

I got real shooters and they shoot on commando
I got real shooters and they shoo on commando
Commando

I got real shooters and they shoot on commando
I be selling work you might catch me at the Bando
Riding with sticks clap you up like band Hoe
If you want war then I turn into Rambo
You better go hide and you bet get yo camo
Empty the clip then I insert more ammo
I call the shots bitch call me commando

Life ain't a game but you might have to gamble
Im in the jungle surrounded by animals
Kno some niggas tht steal any thing tangible
Cross me over then you kno tht I Handel you
I light you up when it's dark like a candle do

Choppa wet his block up if he think it's waterproof
When I get a bag then you kno imma drop the roof
Record with the 9 in my pocket I spit the truth
I'm In the Stu I making hits just like babe Ruth

I got real shooters and they shoot on commando
I be selling work you might catch me at the bando
Riding with sticks clap you up like band Hoe
If you want war then I turn into Rambo
You better go hide and you bet get yo camo
Empty the clip then i insert more ammo
I call the shots bitch call me commando
Bitch call me commando

If you switched on me then no you can't hang nomore
I'm getting Bread ion even have friends nomore
I take these drugs and feel like Holy Ghost
I get so high and I can't roll nomore
My hoes be grade A but I never made honor roll
Pain tht im feeling come out thru a microphone
Leaning off drank thts whts in My styrofoam

Yea yea yea

I'm running it up
And don't don't give a f*ck

Up in the Carolina
With my niggas on Tuck

You step in the way
Then we f*cking you up

We not sparing shit
Yea we ready to buss

My day one niggas
The ones tht I trust

I can't trust a hoe
And can't show no love

I say f*ck your opinion
I cannot be judged

I say f*ck your opinion
I cannot be judged

Stick on me I'm not playing hockey
Dick in her mouth got her acting cocky
Her friend wanna f*ck we turn it to a party
Told her to keep it low yea don't record me

All my niggas yea we getting money
My nigga off Xanaxs he turn to a zombie
He hit me up you kno that I'm on it
We Pull on yo block you kno that we gunning
I think he play track the way tht he running
They way tht he running
They way that he running
Oso Telikoso
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Telikoso
Oso

I got real shooters and they shoot on commando
I got real shooters and they shoo on commando
Commando

I got real shooters and they shoot on commando
I be selling work you might catch me at the Bando
Riding with sticks clap you up like band Hoe
If you want war then I turn into Rambo
You better go hide and you bet get yo camo
Empty the clip then I insert more ammo
I call the shots bitch call me commando

Life ain't a game but you might have to gamble
Im in the jungle surrounded by animals
Kno some niggas tht steal any thing tangible
Cross me over then you kno tht I Handel you
I light you up when it's dark like a candle do

Choppa wet his block up if he think it's waterproof
When I get a bag then you kno imma drop the roof
Record with the 9 in my pocket I spit the truth
I'm In the Stu I making hits just like babe Ruth

I got real shooters and they shoot on commando
I be selling work you might catch me at the bando
Riding with sticks clap you up like band Hoe
If you want war then I turn into Rambo
You better go hide and you bet get yo camo
Empty the clip then i insert more ammo
I call the shots bitch call me commando
Bitch call me commando

If you switched on me then no you can't hang nomore
I'm getting Bread ion even have friends nomore
I take these drugs and feel like Holy Ghost
I get so high and I can't roll nomore
My hoes be grade A but I never made honor roll
Pain tht im feeling come out thru a microphone
Leaning off drank thts whts in My styrofoam

Yea yea yea

I'm running it up
And don't don't give a f*ck

Up in the Carolina
With my niggas on Tuck

You step in the way
Then we f*cking you up

We not sparing shit
Yea we ready to buss

My day one niggas
The ones tht I trust

I can't trust a hoe
And can't show no love

I say f*ck your opinion
I cannot be judged

I say f*ck your opinion
I cannot be judged

Stick on me I'm not playing hockey
Dick in her mouth got her acting cocky
Her friend wanna f*ck we turn it to a party
Told her to keep it low yea don't record me

All my niggas yea we getting money
My nigga off Xanaxs he turn to a zombie
He hit me up you kno that I'm on it
We Pull on yo block you kno that we gunning
I think he play track the way tht he running
They way tht he running
They way that he running
Oso Telikoso
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Writer: Telik Moye
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