CORSA
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Uh
Yeah
Won't jump, clique to clique, Hit-Boy, but I ain't ridin' like you kids
They know what it is, peel off, Lambo tires skid
Doin' the most, imagine you and me close
I'm too ahead, all of the homies shit dead
Niggas can't call me their friends or call me their mans
Or call me their woadie, it's forty below
My heart is still colder, got it in Corsa, I'm revvin' the motor
I'm gettin' change, they won't see me slip through the crack
Shawty is into me, she let me crash, two-person party, we havin' a bash
What you think all this Julio for?
She told me, "Go lock up the studio doors"
She actin' up like it's the movie awards
For real, for real, for real
You gotta love a discreet freak
That's for real, for real, for real
Nigga, it's twenty on my receipt
That's for real, for real, for real
I just left out H Lorenzo in Max Field
Tool on me, we still can't build
I be solo on the real, smokin' personal's a kill
I kept it 1k, that's how I'ma stay
She want a saint, but she not a saint
All team down, that's how I was raised for all of my days
Won't jump, clique to clique, Hit-Boy, but I ain't ridin' like you kids
They know what it is, peel off, Lambo tires skid
Doin' the most, imagine you and me close
I'm too ahead, all of the homies shit dead
Niggas can't call me their friends or call me their mans
Or call me their woadie, it's forty below
My heart is still colder, got it in Corsa, I'm revvin' the motor
I'm gettin' change, they won't see me slip through the crack
Shawty is into me, she let me crash, two-person party, we havin' a bash (yeah)
Don't jump, clique to clique, most these guys is counterfeit
I'm in the hood without a stick, you never know, might see some shit
She love me 'cause I don't cum quick, I'm local but still out the mix
This stripper bitch live by the risk, talkin' slick gon' get you hit
I'm hood rich but I never trick, she fine but still, I won't commit
Spoiled hoes throwin' fists, want a nigga to pay that rent
I ain't like these rappers, all these trappers hustlin' backwards
All talk facts, bro, all you after is the fame and the pussy
That shit wack to us, uh, I put that on my cousin
I been thuggin', two tires cost like sixteen hundred
My nigga died, I'm drivin' home, I'm sick to my stomach
But self-pity won't cut it, I tell 'em, "Up the budget"
Now niggas wanna own their masters, y'all actors
I'm a factor, roll like tractors, playin' Ginuwine, the Bachelor
If I want it, I could have her, and my Amex say I'm platinum
At the car wash with a bad one, take a pic with me then tag 'em
Niggas can't call me their friends or call me their mans
Or call me their woadie, it's forty below
My heart is still colder, I got it in sport, I'm revvin' the motor
I'm gettin' change, they want me to me slip through the crack
Baby is into me, she let me crash, two-person party, we havin' a bash
Won't jump, clique to clique, Hit-Boy, but I ain't ridin' like you kids
They know what it is, peel off, Lambo tires skid
Doin' the most, imagine you and me close
I'm too ahead (I'm too ahead), all of the homies shit dead (yeah)
Yeah
Won't jump, clique to clique, Hit-Boy, but I ain't ridin' like you kids
They know what it is, peel off, Lambo tires skid
Doin' the most, imagine you and me close
I'm too ahead, all of the homies shit dead
Niggas can't call me their friends or call me their mans
Or call me their woadie, it's forty below
My heart is still colder, got it in Corsa, I'm revvin' the motor
I'm gettin' change, they won't see me slip through the crack
Shawty is into me, she let me crash, two-person party, we havin' a bash
What you think all this Julio for?
She told me, "Go lock up the studio doors"
She actin' up like it's the movie awards
For real, for real, for real
You gotta love a discreet freak
That's for real, for real, for real
Nigga, it's twenty on my receipt
That's for real, for real, for real
I just left out H Lorenzo in Max Field
Tool on me, we still can't build
I be solo on the real, smokin' personal's a kill
I kept it 1k, that's how I'ma stay
She want a saint, but she not a saint
All team down, that's how I was raised for all of my days
Won't jump, clique to clique, Hit-Boy, but I ain't ridin' like you kids
They know what it is, peel off, Lambo tires skid
Doin' the most, imagine you and me close
I'm too ahead, all of the homies shit dead
Niggas can't call me their friends or call me their mans
Or call me their woadie, it's forty below
My heart is still colder, got it in Corsa, I'm revvin' the motor
I'm gettin' change, they won't see me slip through the crack
Shawty is into me, she let me crash, two-person party, we havin' a bash (yeah)
Don't jump, clique to clique, most these guys is counterfeit
I'm in the hood without a stick, you never know, might see some shit
She love me 'cause I don't cum quick, I'm local but still out the mix
This stripper bitch live by the risk, talkin' slick gon' get you hit
I'm hood rich but I never trick, she fine but still, I won't commit
Spoiled hoes throwin' fists, want a nigga to pay that rent
I ain't like these rappers, all these trappers hustlin' backwards
All talk facts, bro, all you after is the fame and the pussy
That shit wack to us, uh, I put that on my cousin
I been thuggin', two tires cost like sixteen hundred
My nigga died, I'm drivin' home, I'm sick to my stomach
But self-pity won't cut it, I tell 'em, "Up the budget"
Now niggas wanna own their masters, y'all actors
I'm a factor, roll like tractors, playin' Ginuwine, the Bachelor
If I want it, I could have her, and my Amex say I'm platinum
At the car wash with a bad one, take a pic with me then tag 'em
Niggas can't call me their friends or call me their mans
Or call me their woadie, it's forty below
My heart is still colder, I got it in sport, I'm revvin' the motor
I'm gettin' change, they want me to me slip through the crack
Baby is into me, she let me crash, two-person party, we havin' a bash
Won't jump, clique to clique, Hit-Boy, but I ain't ridin' like you kids
They know what it is, peel off, Lambo tires skid
Doin' the most, imagine you and me close
I'm too ahead (I'm too ahead), all of the homies shit dead (yeah)
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:04.28] Uh
[00:08.29] Yeah
[00:12.75] Won't jump, clique to clique, Hit-Boy, but I ain't ridin' like you kids
[00:15.80] They know what it is, peel off, Lambo tires skid
[00:19.10] Doin' the most, imagine you and me close
[00:22.53] I'm too ahead, all of the homies shit dead
[00:25.45] Niggas can't call me their friends or call me their mans
[00:27.79] Or call me their woadie, it's forty below
[00:29.31] My heart is still colder, got it in Corsa, I'm revvin' the motor
[00:33.24] I'm gettin' change, they won't see me slip through the crack
[00:35.19] Shawty is into me, she let me crash, two-person party, we havin' a bash
[00:38.36] What you think all this Julio for?
[00:39.97] She told me, "Go lock up the studio doors"
[00:41.52] She actin' up like it's the movie awards
[00:43.05] For real, for real, for real
[00:44.25] You gotta love a discreet freak
[00:45.78] That's for real, for real, for real
[00:47.39] Nigga, it's twenty on my receipt
[00:48.93] That's for real, for real, for real
[00:50.62] I just left out H Lorenzo in Max Field
[00:53.05] Tool on me, we still can't build
[00:54.64] I be solo on the real, smokin' personal's a kill
[00:58.64] I kept it 1k, that's how I'ma stay
[01:00.31] She want a saint, but she not a saint
[01:01.97] All team down, that's how I was raised for all of my days
[01:04.20] Won't jump, clique to clique, Hit-Boy, but I ain't ridin' like you kids
[01:07.17] They know what it is, peel off, Lambo tires skid
[01:10.25] Doin' the most, imagine you and me close
[01:13.58] I'm too ahead, all of the homies shit dead
[01:16.89] Niggas can't call me their friends or call me their mans
[01:19.02] Or call me their woadie, it's forty below
[01:20.62] My heart is still colder, got it in Corsa, I'm revvin' the motor
[01:24.06] I'm gettin' change, they won't see me slip through the crack
[01:26.18] Shawty is into me, she let me crash, two-person party, we havin' a bash (yeah)
[01:29.32] Don't jump, clique to clique, most these guys is counterfeit
[01:32.57] I'm in the hood without a stick, you never know, might see some shit
[01:35.93] She love me 'cause I don't cum quick, I'm local but still out the mix
[01:38.97] This stripper bitch live by the risk, talkin' slick gon' get you hit
[01:42.14] I'm hood rich but I never trick, she fine but still, I won't commit
[01:45.35] Spoiled hoes throwin' fists, want a nigga to pay that rent
[01:48.54] I ain't like these rappers, all these trappers hustlin' backwards
[01:51.34] All talk facts, bro, all you after is the fame and the pussy
[01:54.22] That shit wack to us, uh, I put that on my cousin
[01:57.88] I been thuggin', two tires cost like sixteen hundred
[02:01.13] My nigga died, I'm drivin' home, I'm sick to my stomach
[02:04.30] But self-pity won't cut it, I tell 'em, "Up the budget"
[02:07.51] Now niggas wanna own their masters, y'all actors
[02:10.09] I'm a factor, roll like tractors, playin' Ginuwine, the Bachelor
[02:13.48] If I want it, I could have her, and my Amex say I'm platinum
[02:16.74] At the car wash with a bad one, take a pic with me then tag 'em
[02:19.98] Niggas can't call me their friends or call me their mans
[02:22.56] Or call me their woadie, it's forty below
[02:24.27] My heart is still colder, I got it in sport, I'm revvin' the motor
[02:27.74] I'm gettin' change, they want me to me slip through the crack
[02:29.89] Baby is into me, she let me crash, two-person party, we havin' a bash
[02:33.06] Won't jump, clique to clique, Hit-Boy, but I ain't ridin' like you kids
[02:36.23] They know what it is, peel off, Lambo tires skid
[02:39.51] Doin' the most, imagine you and me close
[02:42.66] I'm too ahead (I'm too ahead), all of the homies shit dead (yeah)
[00:08.29] Yeah
[00:12.75] Won't jump, clique to clique, Hit-Boy, but I ain't ridin' like you kids
[00:15.80] They know what it is, peel off, Lambo tires skid
[00:19.10] Doin' the most, imagine you and me close
[00:22.53] I'm too ahead, all of the homies shit dead
[00:25.45] Niggas can't call me their friends or call me their mans
[00:27.79] Or call me their woadie, it's forty below
[00:29.31] My heart is still colder, got it in Corsa, I'm revvin' the motor
[00:33.24] I'm gettin' change, they won't see me slip through the crack
[00:35.19] Shawty is into me, she let me crash, two-person party, we havin' a bash
[00:38.36] What you think all this Julio for?
[00:39.97] She told me, "Go lock up the studio doors"
[00:41.52] She actin' up like it's the movie awards
[00:43.05] For real, for real, for real
[00:44.25] You gotta love a discreet freak
[00:45.78] That's for real, for real, for real
[00:47.39] Nigga, it's twenty on my receipt
[00:48.93] That's for real, for real, for real
[00:50.62] I just left out H Lorenzo in Max Field
[00:53.05] Tool on me, we still can't build
[00:54.64] I be solo on the real, smokin' personal's a kill
[00:58.64] I kept it 1k, that's how I'ma stay
[01:00.31] She want a saint, but she not a saint
[01:01.97] All team down, that's how I was raised for all of my days
[01:04.20] Won't jump, clique to clique, Hit-Boy, but I ain't ridin' like you kids
[01:07.17] They know what it is, peel off, Lambo tires skid
[01:10.25] Doin' the most, imagine you and me close
[01:13.58] I'm too ahead, all of the homies shit dead
[01:16.89] Niggas can't call me their friends or call me their mans
[01:19.02] Or call me their woadie, it's forty below
[01:20.62] My heart is still colder, got it in Corsa, I'm revvin' the motor
[01:24.06] I'm gettin' change, they won't see me slip through the crack
[01:26.18] Shawty is into me, she let me crash, two-person party, we havin' a bash (yeah)
[01:29.32] Don't jump, clique to clique, most these guys is counterfeit
[01:32.57] I'm in the hood without a stick, you never know, might see some shit
[01:35.93] She love me 'cause I don't cum quick, I'm local but still out the mix
[01:38.97] This stripper bitch live by the risk, talkin' slick gon' get you hit
[01:42.14] I'm hood rich but I never trick, she fine but still, I won't commit
[01:45.35] Spoiled hoes throwin' fists, want a nigga to pay that rent
[01:48.54] I ain't like these rappers, all these trappers hustlin' backwards
[01:51.34] All talk facts, bro, all you after is the fame and the pussy
[01:54.22] That shit wack to us, uh, I put that on my cousin
[01:57.88] I been thuggin', two tires cost like sixteen hundred
[02:01.13] My nigga died, I'm drivin' home, I'm sick to my stomach
[02:04.30] But self-pity won't cut it, I tell 'em, "Up the budget"
[02:07.51] Now niggas wanna own their masters, y'all actors
[02:10.09] I'm a factor, roll like tractors, playin' Ginuwine, the Bachelor
[02:13.48] If I want it, I could have her, and my Amex say I'm platinum
[02:16.74] At the car wash with a bad one, take a pic with me then tag 'em
[02:19.98] Niggas can't call me their friends or call me their mans
[02:22.56] Or call me their woadie, it's forty below
[02:24.27] My heart is still colder, I got it in sport, I'm revvin' the motor
[02:27.74] I'm gettin' change, they want me to me slip through the crack
[02:29.89] Baby is into me, she let me crash, two-person party, we havin' a bash
[02:33.06] Won't jump, clique to clique, Hit-Boy, but I ain't ridin' like you kids
[02:36.23] They know what it is, peel off, Lambo tires skid
[02:39.51] Doin' the most, imagine you and me close
[02:42.66] I'm too ahead (I'm too ahead), all of the homies shit dead (yeah)