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Cobra Kai is an upcoming American dramedy web television series based on The Karate Kid film series created by Robert Mark Kamen. The television series takes place thirty years after the original film and follows the reopening of the Cobra Kai karate dojo by former rivals Daniel LaRusso and Johnny Lawrence. It was created by Jon Hurwitz, Hayden Schlossberg, and Josh Heald and stars Ralph Macchio and William Zabka, reprising their roles from the films. It is set to premiere on YouTube Red in 2018.
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[Intro]
Hey!
Yeah, aye, damn
Talk Money Gang, ’30 Gang
BK- Way, nah
Aye Jay Critch Hood Fave(Hey!)

[Hook]
I go the money she never will leave me
I got the water, the water like Fiji
Hard work but I make it look easy
At the concert diamonds shine like a sea
She say i’m wavy, show off
I gotta flex imma show off
She tryin have my baby, hold on
Mix the Balmain with the Goyard
I like her more with her clothes off
Sippin’ the Act, doze off
You can get wacked, Polo on
Hop in the back, roll off
I’m all for the [?] that I told y’all
Boy you ain’t never scrapped you so soft
Tango keep a strap to hold y’all
Melo got the Mac, he go off

[Verse 1]
I told her relax, cut the hoe off
I walk in the Sak’s buy the whole store
She throw it back, can’t take no more
She don’t know how to act, imma show her
Move right where I’m from it get real
Act right, shit got me on tilt
Pop a nigga like I’m cracking a {?]
My niggas popping and cracking for real
These bitches watching my pockets, chill
Talking bout hoes I got options, kill
You be with it trying to cop a feel
These niggas talking they Dr. Phil

[Hook]
I go the money she never will leave me
I got the water, the water like Fiji
Hard work but I make it look easy
At the concert diamonds shine like a sea
She say i’m wavy, show off
I gotta flex imma show off
She tryin have my baby, hold on
Mix the Balmain with the Goyard
I like her more with her clothes off
Sippin’ the Act, doze off
You can get wacked, Polo on
Hop in the back, roll off
I’m all for the [?] that I told y’all
Boy you ain’t never scrapped you so soft
Tango keep a strap to hold y’all
Melo got the Mac, he go off

[Verse 2]
I ran up a sack, I told y’all
Aye, Bentley coupe pulling up with a model
Living like a nigga hitting the lotto
Mixing LA cookie with the gelato
Fresh brick, sippin’ straight out the bottle
Get rich nigga you know the motto
Rich hoe and she suck and she swallow
When you start getting money they follow
Hitting juggs, niggas ducking the five-o
Strap on a Ducati full throttle
She ride a dick, little thottie full throttle
Birds singing like Demi Lovato
Big strap, just send me the auto
Click clack, you was talking to prado
Get back, you ain’t made for that drama
Split that, put you in a sauna
Ya dig that, streets hot like a sauna
Big facts, I ran off with them commas
I think that I need a Rari no Honda
You gon sink fast playing around in that water

[Hook]
I go the money she never will leave me
I got the water, the water like Fiji
Hard work but I make it look easy
At the concert diamonds shine like a sea
She say i’m wavy, show off
I gotta flex imma show off
She tryin have my baby, hold on
Mix the Balmain with the Goyard
I like her more with her clothes off
Sippin’ the Act, doze off
You can get wacked, Polo on
Hop in the back, roll off
I’m all for the [?] that I told y’all
Boy you ain’t never scrapped you so soft
Tango keep a strap to hold y’all
Melo got the Mac, he go off

[Intro]
Southside on the track, yeah
I think bout them days when I was like dead broke

[Hook]
How could you hate me?
How could you hate me?
Why would you hate me?
Oh, cause I made it
How could you hate me?
How could you hate me?
Why would you hate me?
Oh, cause I made it

[Verse 1]
I the one taught you how to make all of them plays
I’m the one sleep in the trap all them days
I’m the one told you don’t stay in your ways
I the one gave you that stick anyway
I know that me and my niggas the same, we not tryna fall out over bitches and fame
Run up on one of us, get hit in the brain
Lil killers with me, they reach in the bag
All of these hundreds, no change at all
We make a nigga block famous, dawg
Dissing us, we’ll have them cases, dawg
True shit, pussy nigga wanna talk shit not he got metal from the blue tips
Blue shit, coulda had thirty in the Draco, but I’m riding round with a few clips
Still I might riding round jug a few pounds
Brand new engines, they don’t make a sound
Used to buy whips to have fun around
Now I just go drive my son around
Shit I be thinking about
Hundred thugs around
Got love back then, but they hate me now
Showed niggas love back then, gotta pay me now
I’m going brazy now

[Hook]
How could you hate me?
How could you hate me?
Why would you hate me?
Oh, cause I made it
How could you hate me?
How could you hate me?
Why would you hate me?
Oh, cause I made it

[Verse 2]

[Hook]
How could you hate me?
How could you hate me?
Why would you hate me?
Oh, cause I made it
How could you hate me?
How could you hate me?
Why would you hate me?
Oh, cause I made it