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cory gunz – y’all ain’t got nothin on me lyrics

[intro: 2 chainz]
ya!
cory what’s happenin’?
(2 chainz!)
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[verse 1: 2 chainz]
okay now mama had a n-gga
n-gga had some problems
then it’s zero zero zero comma, a piranha
wa-water whip, anything in my circ-mference
got that work, dancing like it’s f-cking bently fonzworth
concert, monster, my feet too long for converse
louis v all over me, i’mma need a brown he-rs-
encore, dead fresh, hair weave on my head rest
supercalifragilistic, i’mma need a spell check
f-ck around and get you dog shot, i’m a d-mn vet
how you have an ak and get k!lled by a kel-tec?
duhh, i be going dumb
she 21 with chinese eyes i call her soo yung
pockets on croissant
bread over anything
i’m busting like i’m getting me some head at a shooting range
2 chainz!

[hook: cory gunz]
tell them n-ggas i won’t stop stunting
long as i won’t stop wanting, fronting
y’all ain’t got nothing on me
tell them n-ggas i won’t stop stunting
long as i won’t stop wanting, fronting
y’all ain’t got nothing on me
i said, tell them n-ggas i won’t stop stunting
long as i won’t stop wanting, fronting
y’all ain’t got nothing on me
i’m the fast talking pimp of the year, the year

[verse 2: cory gunz]
2 chainz i got you
yo, look what my flow bout
make a n-ggas head spin til his eyes fall out
my team the machine, n-ggas not gon doubt
what i mean is all my autobots roll out
never gave a f-ck about a cop or scout
get ya little cub chopped, then i flop on the couch
and just watch like y’all, when i hop on the bounce
k!ll the booth, hear the blood, can’t stop cor now
sip drink, i don’t bottle pop, pour it out
for my n-ggas on lock, on the block or the ground
moving more tops than a hot wh0r- house
couldn’t f-ck with me then, who can stop cor now?
smoke like a blunt, other shot call style
call pigs, you a chicken, put the glock on the cow
paper describes, you ain’t got no nouns
young money cash money until i go down
when the mills ring you is not all loud
you don’t wanna take a last shot throw the towel
pound for pound, we the pound for pound
pull up on my n-gga bow, n-gga y’all go wow
didn’t know then n-gga y’all know now
2 chainz got the crowd on loud
we do things, stop ho how?
how could i ever let her knock cor now?
flex from the x n-gga to the a-town
this dedicated to the n-ggas stayin’ down
going into the village with a tree ho
then you about to take cor dooown!

[hook: cory gunz]

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