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corey nyell - lame shii lyrics

[verse 1 – corey nyell]
i went m.i.a., i know the b-tches miss me
momma to me f-ck her but the b-tch can’t kiss me
she be giving sloppy toppy, licky licky
shawty f-ck with quickies, so i don’t give hickies
she breast feeding me just like a baby
i’m a stunner but don’t call me “baby”
purp so strong, it got a nigga lazy
told the shawty throw it back, and don’t betray me
this is for them niggas that be sneak dissin’
shawty bad, i love messing with freak b-tches
these b-tches, they wanna nigga who got the big figures
they talking on the low, show em what i’m really missing
if you hate me that much then make a petition
while i’ll be at your club taking all your women
f-ck your decision, man. i still be winning
got my niggas on the real, got a nigga tripping
keep a nigga focused on the real
never lame boy, still i keep it trill
i swear i keep hundred for my niggas got my finger on the trigger
if a nigga wanna try me what’s the deal
still going for the niggas who ain’t here right now
time to show these niggas how i feel
feel like y’all been sleeping for a minute, while i get my money way up
i make the shit easy like a lay up
i swear the money never sleep so i stay up
times are getting harder so we pray up
pray to god, knowing i’m a f-ck the game up
keep it trill, cause the money never change us
for them niggas talking shit, keep their mouth taped up
i’m never gon stop until i become famous
but i tell em i ain’t with that lame shit at all
if you ain’t talking money, then hop the f-ck off, i swear to god

[hook]
i ain’t with that lame shit, no
i ain’t with that lame shit, no. (8x’s)

[verse 2 – fatman o]
i ain’t with the lame shit, moe
niggas swear they go hard till the fame get low
fat nigga should’ve ran out of time by now
but that lean make the gears in my watch tick slow
niggas say they got gas. boy, you coppin’ reggie
three heads on the jay, ed, edd n eddy
shawty claim she a freak, but the pussy super weak
kevin hart with the d-ck. nah, she wasn’t ready
niggas swear that they loyal but be plottin on treason
i been waitin to shoot, somebody give me a reason
people talk all that shit just because it sounds pleasing
im allergic to lames and some of yall got me sneezing
this is strictly for them niggas who be ratting on their mans
make believe model b-tches posting flicks up on the gram
i keep this shit a stack steady stickin to the plan
something these lame niggas couldn’t never understand, godd-mn

[hook]

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