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cory miller - royalty lyrics

[verse 1: darius voss]
my notebook is in ashes, my lyrics too hot
that’s whats gonna happen when you rappin like a god
crown on my head ya i’ma king thats no doubts
throne under me, but this king won’t turn down
sitting in a palace one day i will be
chillin wit aladdin, we smoking genie
potent that i’m token be magic disney
smoke that i’m blowing be talking trippy
oops i be slipping, and she still let me slip in
p-ssy too tight so i had to rip it
seems kinda weird in this world that we live in
see a bad b-tch in short shorts so i dive in
bad b-tch with a fat -ss i would tell em dive in
only thing is that these n-ggas can’t swim
if you don’t drown then ya b-tch be too shallow
she told me yes captain, i feel like jack sparrow
up in the booth spittin’ spears and arrows
this is my crew ship where m.o.l.l.y. f-cks hoes
this how we do sh-t in m.o.l.l.y. f-ck you!
randy and i we take trips to the moon
you would think that we stole mj’s moves
smokin more weed then them reggaes do
we be m.o.l.l.y. and our lyrics are proof
black & grey movement like old tv shows
chillin’ wit my nigs, and thats just how it goes
trippin’ over sh-t it was just my pot smoke
f-ck up then i pop hoes
if you ain’t m.o.l.l.y
then you probably don’t got hoes…
if you ain’t m.o.l.l.y. then you sleeping on a bench post
looking kinda slumped dummy, something’ like a hobo
flow so nasty, t–th need dental
rhymes so sick, these beats are mental
i don’t see b-tches it p-sses me off
i want my d-ck getting l!cked in the car
i want my body to be rid of its flaws
perfect n-gga getting closer to god
murder n-ggas put em closer to gone
dangerous n-gga like i’m running with bombs
sometimes i see sh-t that ain’t really there
ain’t poppin molly but m.o.l.l.y. is here
f-ck mr. rogers his trolly is weird
and f-ck all these haters they probably f-ck queers
hahaha f-ck all these haters they probably f-ck queers

[verse 2: randy]
ooh sh-t mothaf-cka god d-mn, hot d-mn
oh sh-t zado thats my jam
p-ssy n-gga getting sprayed like pam
made a little bread so i had to go ham
boy you lose like rams
spit a couple bars everybody like dayummmmm
i’m kidding tho
only thing is that was just the intro, woah
so let me settle in
boy you sleeping on the letter you should let it in
i made a little bit a bread, got a little bit of head
i could name a couple rappers that i’m better then, yeah
we ain’t kinfolk
went to jail n-gga tell me what you in for
randy randell wanna ride up in the benzo
no car so a n-gga probably indoors ya
i’m like f-ck that, b-tch
hit it from the back like f-ck that sh-t
blowing on the purp ima puff that sh-t
if a n-gga see the feds im tuck that sh-t like
pshhh n-gga give it up
legs closed n-gga i don’t really give a f-ck
lapd they be on that f-ck sh-t
nothing on em you could say that n-gga busted yeah
nothing on em you could say that n-gga busted
lapd they be on that f-ck sh-t
nothing on em you could say that n-gga busted m.o.l.l.y

[verse 3: cory miller]
alright, alright
let me just try sumn real quick

bringing it back
and taking it back to the times
where people be true in the rhymes
no bullsh-t all up in there lines
talking bout one flow
you only you got one flow
recycling it every time
lies lies lies
look in my eyes eyes eyes
try to get the hindsight or get blind sided
in the head, walking dead, i’ll slice ya neck like herschel
might just chop ya leg like herschel
living like a spartan, this world is cut throat
got the mac book with the herschel case
new art order, got the b-tch with the purple face
and the 7up with the rolling papers
got the wiz khalifa in a couple flavors
i know you gon hate, and i see the subtweets
say you bout the music but you a slackin’ faker
i know a lot of sh-t you be saying talking bout you da greatest
lowkey you just hatin
never did it that big
yeah you had couple songs
but all your new sh-t, sh-t
yeah all your new sh-t, sh-t
heard that verse you did
sounded like some kid sh-t
sounded like some f-ck sh-t
i don’t really f-ck with
hide in my bucket
try to talk to me ill hit you with the what b-tch
oh sh-t motha f-cka god d-mn
randy got the type of bars, that will put you on slam
darius got the groove, like mjs moves
dre & dee boy gon get you with the ep too
all i see is no tapes, and a bunch a f-cking fools
got one real talent, and he such a f-cking tool
only time i hustle when i’m playing some pool
but i had the mink on when i hustled youu oh

- cory miller lyrics

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