Lyrics:
Cor-Cor-CorMill
You know what I'm sayin', we go by YNW
And I don't think the world really ready for this right now
But we really from another
niggas shoot like Sicario (Bow)
And I fuck with them Florida niggas so I called my lil cousin Sarvo (Sarvo)
Gotta keep a heat on ya torso cuz the game
punk heat
I make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys
But I ain't wettin' that
I don't wanna send nobody back, violently, fakin' that
Promise
out my lil' teeth so I'ma set it off
No cancer patient my niggas wanna see me ball, yeah
Parked that i8 in the hood, I will not garage it
Pay Lil
certain Bris-pro working
Searchin' dippin' curvin' breakin' clean outta virgin
From servin' here Rob certain I'm burnin'
On my way from Mt. Vernon
the smoke as you soak in your lies
Lil' Rob lighting up the sky like Fourth Of July
I can't believe myself, how I could subdue and just deceive myself
Turn up, turn up
I just sold drugs to a junkie got me feelin' like the devil
I just went into my jeweler then I iced out me a bezel (Iced out me
posted by the store
I'm same lil nigga
Who can never bag a Hoe
I'm that same lil nigga
I'm That same lil nigga
Im that same lil nigga
Now my pocket
pourin'
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
In the stomach, he robbin' niggaz who pumpin'
Lil' blood got popped, by the group home cat
lil homie? Your life won't cost me nothin'
Juicy J so presidential, don't make me press that button
My beat low (my beat low)
My bass low (my bass
Free lil Zae up out the system the hoes and the streets miss em
Rip my cousin Greg they rob him ain't have to kill em
Can't believe my Nigga dead feel
got I'ma sleep on a bunk
Her buddy want lil' pockets fatter than clump
He gon' kill by the ho man that nigga a chump I ain't chasin' no ho I can't go
Or just put that lil' bag on your head, you get hit
They was just hatin', now on my dick
(Got Johnny Dang, all on my wrist)
Cop me a chain, it cost
a goofy so you gotta prove it
Two hours sleep Dragovic it's time you get to it
My man wanna rob my mans man am I a slime if I approve it?
My man ask me
day
Fuck with lil' mama vibe, but she can't never know where I stay
I told her we good, just stay in your place
She knew I was slimy by the look on my
got life in jail
Perkys get you by, them youngins knock 'em down
Lil one tell my phone when you got back in town
They see me on the stage now, though
be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Man, I tell a hoe to go to sleep (Go to sleep)
They turn around and frown, gotta make 'em six feet deep
be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Man, I tell a hoe to go to sleep (Go to sleep)
They turn around and frown, gotta make 'em six feet deep
'bout today and this urban decay
I worry 'bout hip-hop, when did it flip-flop
Get whack, and turn into gridlock
I don't know is it a government plot?
my rack's, been having lately
That bitch wanna come by and fuck
And she shaking ass like a slutt
What's yo name?
Uh, I had to run up my bag
I want
Strap in back to the corners droppin' on to spin the tires
My man define ya 357 anaconda
This enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear
Strap in back to the corners droppin' on to spin the tires
My man define ya 357 anaconda
This enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear
high
cnd float up with the stars ayee
We rob the plug
We take the pounds
We switch the cars
Oh my god cYEEEE
Oh my god cYEE
Thought they was real
I
I'm guilty of anything, it's flapping my gums
I had ze verbal diarrhea
I might be going to hell when back our good savior comes
But I didn't rob that
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