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Cornball

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Fired, it's too many missions ain't completed
My shooters know they fired
If to much missions ain't completed
My shooters know they— woo, shooters know they—
Woo, shooters know they— shooters know they—
Uh, uh

All my shooters know they fired
If too much missions ain't completed (Thanks, Yakree)
We all zombie, I'm ballin' with my Z like I'm Vegeta
Ho, fuck your man
That nigga a ball of corn, that nigga cheesy
Can't be defeated
Type to get your number, don't even ring it
I told that bitch I'ma have her fucked up 'bout me
She ain't believe it
I told that bitch I'ma have to cut her off
If I get caught cheatin'

My blues turned to Amiris
Now I'm not missin' no more seasons
Told the team
"No more new niggas, we killin' shit for treason"
On me, they all got sleepy, get 'em off that Tempur-Pedic
That RICO, beat it, niggas closed their eyes
They ain't wan' see it
Was facing thirty years, but still I did that shit too easy
I'm tired of niggas beefin' 'bout these bitches who too easy
I'm tired of niggas startin' shit
Then coppin', tryna plead it
No internet, I send 'em there for real, ain't gon' tweet it
Ain't killed shit, they claimin' niggas' work
Them niggas thievin'
They screamin', "What's the word? " but I say keep
Them niggas grievin'
My third eye come from a bird's eye so I could see it
Don't ask me why I'm cool on all them bitches, I got reasons
I'm turnt up at my freest, keep wishin'
That you could see this
New year come, new diseases
If you broke, you need to get treated
They know that we get active on they side for any reason
They know that we get active over there for anything
My stones too legit, it feel like walkin' in the rain
Put diamonds on that bitch
And then I drove that bitch insane, uh
30, up your Glock and it's gon' show you how to hang, uh
Can't be countin' favors, that's gon' show you not to gain

All my shooters know they fired
If too much missions ain't completed (Completed)
We all zombie, I'm ballin' with my Z
Like I'm Vegeta (Yao Ming)
Ho, fuck your man, that nigga a ball of corn

That nigga cheesy (Fuck that nigga)
Can't be defeated, type to get your number
Don't even ring it (Nah)
I told that bitch I'ma have her fucked up 'bout me
She ain't believe it (Told that bitch)
I told that bitch I'ma have to cut her off
If I get caught cheatin'

On my own island in my city
Can't none of these niggas just be me
Got codeine stuffed all up in a bottle like a genie, huh
Model bitch gon' eat me, if I whip out, she'll eat it
He wanna go to trial right now
Hit the motion and it's speedy
Compositores: Hotboii, Yakree, B-Train & Gray Hawken

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