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young cory - no longer lyrics

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[intro: young cory]
it’s war
yea, in this b-tch with my n-gga sk
& we strapped

[verse 1: young cory]
i said they can’t stop a thang boy this sh-t is ordain
better off tryna stop a moving train
all my n-ggas with me with the business yellin’ rebel gang
yea, thy psychopathic and deranged
catch you a red light & get to bucking at your range
how you want it long distance?, close range?
better cough up every thang or the shotty going bang
jacking artist for they watches & they chains
let ’em live, keep ya fake link & michael kors on
1987 i was born in a warzone
crack epidemic roc cocaine n-gga
don like cornelius, soul train n-gga
pistol got a hair trigger, no rogaine n-gga
abstract, jackson pollack boy i paint a perfect picture
& i know you feel inferior you see us getting bigger
stop blowing up my phone i don’t wanna kick it with ya, nah!

[hook: young cory]
i’m no longer showing love to you n-ggas
cause y’all ain’t never show no love back
couple of ’em needing favors from the boy
ain’t no secret n-gga they know where the plug at
i’m no longer being loyal to these women
if all they gonna do is take advantage in advance
show me you ain’t nothing like these other women
she told me life a gamble boy you gotta take a chance

[verse 2: young cory]
major shouts to my n-gga champ it’s a boss thing
stuntin’ on these b-tches super clean in my rosstein
i’m son n’ all these n-ggas, they my offspring
behind the scenes onto power moves off screen
squad full of pillow talkers, boy you got a soft team
haters wanna ball? let me tight up my draw string
b-tch we got them pills, more than your local wall greens
adderall, percocets, i ain’t talkin’ sudafed
i was just with super head, i don’t break i lose a leg
go & get it on my own i don’t look for who to beg
b-tches steady plottin on the boy tryna come up
n-ggas love to run they mouth but never like to run up
drop ’em with these hands i ain’t gotta pick the gun up
you might win some, you lost one, we still one up
& we ain’t break a sweat, you n-ggas is no threat
money, power, respect i’m puttin’ on for the set, but

[verse 3: young cory]
i done took them chances girl i’m talkin’ penitentiary
eyes on the prize they wanna set me back and hinder me
i just met a gorgeous country singer she from tennessee
usually with a pretty spanish broad who tell me ven aqui
but where the love and loyalty
i been searching for it but
it’s lookin’ like it don’t exist
in the lab cookin girl it’s all in wrist
she love to smoke, she love my stroke, it’s all in the hips
but sorry i can’t commit, once i f-ck ya i’ma dip
she say i’m a dog, blue nose pit
& if i don’t know nothing bet i do know this
when the going get’s tough all these hoes jump ship
i’m serious, yet i’m laughin’ at all these rappers they gasin’
i’ll k!ll ’em like horror scenes no longer showing comp-ssion
all ya albums is bricks
should be less concerned bout my fashion
hating cause my apparel newsworthy i’m andrew asch n

- young cory lyrics

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