Costa

作词 : Jay Rico

作曲 : Jay Rico

Solo quiere ser famosa

Mami escondeme esta cosa

She want me now that I’m bossed up

I tick that bitch off my roster

Been in the field like I’m Costa, Drogba, Oscar,

I could not trust an imposter

Solo quiere ser famosa

Mami escondeme esta cosa

She want me now that I’m bossed up

I tick that bitch off my roster

Been in the field like I’m Costa, Drogba, Oscar,

I could not trust an imposter

I told bro that we’ll break this bread when the whole packs done just gotta be patient

Gotta watch that tone when you call this phone if you’re rude then I’ll leave you waiting

Is it me or the Bando baking? Buss them windows mans complaining

One time that I got caught slipping, nothing but a minor altercation

Have you ever caught a chase with bro, next thing you know Feds backing out tasers

New wap all rusty and old cos World War Two they didn’t have lasers

Bando looking outrageous, shut them blinds for the nosey neighbours

Free my g’s they can’t contain us

Me plus breeze, that’s armed and dangerous

She said she see me on the YouTube

I don’t like them if they too rude

And I come up off a q too

I might buy myself a Q2

This the lifestyle that I’m used to

I’ve got brothers that will shoot too

Better prey that they don’t choose you

Solo quiere ser famosa

Mami escondeme esta cosa

She want me now that I’m bossed up

I tick that bitch off my rosta

Been in the field like I’m Costa, Drogba, Oscar,

I could not trust an imposter

Solo quiere ser famosa

Mami escondeme esta cosa

She want me now that I’m bossed up

I tick that bitch off my rosta

Been in the field like I’m Costa, Drogba, Oscar,

I could not trust an imposter

Our house in the middle of the street that a madness

I get rid of the pack before the pack even landed

Rest in peace to my fallen ones and free all the mandem

Bad b says that she love me like cook food

Just a shame that I can’t be a good dude

Still get a good deal of I’m in a good mood

Better off staying with you man he’s a good yout

I remain real even when it got fake

In the chop house I was chopping up weight

Had to keep food on my plate

Side tings yard like two in the morning sorry I’m late

For **** sake, now the kids are awake

Uber escape, two minute wait, man like Abdul silver estate

*dialogue*

Man better stay in their lane

I think it’s time I got paid

Solo quiere ser famosa

Mami escondeme esta cosa

She want me now that I’m bossed up

I tick that bitch off my rosta

Been in the field like I’m Costa, Drogba, Oscar,

I could not trust an imposter