Corey Flow
Lyrics
I wont tell about no stain bitch
Sayin u gone slide put sum hollows in his brain bitch
Tell et x fiend hoe she can stay up in ha lane
You cant move a fuckin pound you be fuckin wit sum lames
Im on every single block puttin niggas on to game
If he aint upping the score then why he speakin on my name
And if u gone diss my deads better shrapen up ya aim
Cuz when it come to corey mitchel you gone make me up my flame
I aint never gave a fuck about a word u gotta say
Id u want it u can have it i be on it everyday
And yo nigga in my phone so lil dude gotta be gay
And if i see his ass in public imma let my yoppa spray
If a nigga wanna talk then he can meet in the 4
Ridin hot wit ybg and all my nigga got they pole
If you gotta fucking problem let lil mani bandz know
I be riding with my nigga always tryna up the score
Told my main bitch leave, so my side back
Fiend bitch tryna come get her line back
She was heated so i told her bring my time back
And in middle schoo i was on et lineback
Lil linebacker
Sellin weed for the low lil dime bagger
Need some blow? let me know i got fine cracker
I got soft i got hard, nd some fake accer
Thats some fake red
You can tell it jus by what my tester face said
Imma run up on yo nigga what yo bae said
And if et nigga tryna diss aw yo bae dead
Nigga dead as hell
Beat his head in to his skull make his shit swell
On my stop a nigga out like im lul kell
He gone slide thru the fifty leave em wit sum shells
I wont tell about no stain bitch
Sayin u gone slide put sum hollows in his brain bitch
Tell et x fiend hoe she can stay up in ha lane
You cant move a fuckin pound you be fuckin wit sum lames
Im on every single block puttin niggas on to game
If he aint upping the score then why he speakin on my name
And if u gone diss my deads better shrapen up ya aim
Cuz when it come to corey mitchel you gone make me up my flame
I aint never gave a fuck about a word u gotta say
Id u want it u can have it i be on it everyday
And yo nigga in my phone so lil dude gotta be gay
And if i see his ass in public imma let my yoppa spray
If a nigga wanna talk then he can meet in the 4
Ridin hot wit ybg and all my nigga got they pole
If you gotta fucking problem let lil mani bandz know
I be riding with my nigga always tryna up the score
Told my main bitch leave, so my side back
Fiend bitch tryna come get her line back
She was heated so i told her bring my time back
And in middle schoo i was on et lineback
Lil linebacker
Sellin weed for the low lil dime bagger
Need some blow? let me know i got fine cracker
I got soft i got hard, nd some fake accer
Thats some fake red
You can tell it jus by what my tester face said
Imma run up on yo nigga what yo bae said
And if et nigga tryna diss aw yo bae dead
Nigga dead as hell
Beat his head in to his skull make his shit swell
On my stop a nigga out like im lul kell
He gone slide thru the fifty leave em wit sum shells
Writer(s): Micheal Christopher Mimms
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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