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corlie - steady lyrics

shorty she stay on my d+ck so i told her to wait til my new sh+t drop
(drop)
it could be 80 degrees mans got on a trench tell em mans not hot

(hot)
look at his mixtape flop
(whaa)
really mans who gone cop
(whaa)
no i ain’t talking bout weight move this music like crack when i tell mans shop
(d+mn d+mn)
i split clips just like andretti
we get these hoes bring em back to the tele
we get this money throw it like confetti
(we get this money throw it like confetti)
she wanna love me i f+cked her already
i’m adding tax to a verse like a levy
we win the race whether its slow or its steady

know i was poppin since i was a lil boy
no competition i searched and destroyed
gave her a beam from a honda accord
now she want dior dior
never satisfied want more
gave her right back got bored
cause n+ggas they know what we on
walk in the room and you know we start running sh+t
i’m sipping on some patron you don’t gotta ask better know that is bussing b+tch
you know getting money the goal but i put f+cking yo b+tch on my bucket list
i could give you the time of yo life at the end of the night baby girl i ain’t cuffing sh+t
walk in the room like who run it
cash out on ssense ain’t nothin
know i’m that n+gga i walk in the room yo b+tch know she bound to say some
hibachi steak dinner in london
i ain’t capping just poppin these 100s
i’m a man so i’m standing for something
go hard i can’t leave out with nothin
(corleone corleone)
two freaks in my bed we gone make a movie
about 30 racks can fit in these ksubi’s
don’t put em against me you know she gone chose me
i’m spitting these clips let it buss like a uzi

shorty she stay on my d+ck so i told her to wait til my new sh+t drop
(drop)
it could be 80 degrees mans got on a trench tell em mans not hot
(hot)
look at his mixtape flop
(whaa)
really mans who gone cop
(whaa)
no i ain’t talking bout weight move this music like crack when i tell mans shop
(d+mn d+mn)
i split clips just like andretti
we get these hoes bring em back to the tele
we get this money throw it like confetti
(we get this money throw it like confetti)
she wanna love me i f+cked her already
i’m adding tax to a verse like a levy
we win the race whether its slow or its steady

- corlie lyrics

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