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Corde Burns
Corde Burns
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Corde Burns
Corde Burns
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Corde Burns
Corde Burns
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Lyrics

(D.V.US Texas nigga) Akatsuki my choppa, this bitch like a villian I'm not finna play, if he play ima kill him Fo'nick when it hit, put his shit on the ceiling That Final Flash, like he fuckin wit Krillin I'm deep in that pussy, she love how I drill it My tongue in her mouth, wit her feet to the ceiling Her purse on the couch and my gun on the counter Right next to the skillet, intruder, I grill him You play and you pay, ima up from the britches I drop him wit two, but the other for interest He run ima hawk him, I cover the distance I'm beatin his head, ima hit wit persistence Give him a crutch he ain't standing on business Paraplegic, ain't stepped in a minute Inlove wit my baby I flood her wit kisses I pin her ass down like a picture on Pinterest Lil nigga I'm him, Popeye on that spinach Pop up in yo house I'm like Santa on Christmas He beggin for God, I stood over a Christian Start beggin to me nigga fuck yo religion I'm drillin her shit and she love how I do it Netflix watchin us while we making a movie My hand on her head like the cap on the Jewish I talk and she listen to me like I'm music Choppa be singin, I thought it was Toosii Thought he was me but that lil nigga sewage Nigga got beat now my Timberlands ruined You thinkin I'm pussy then nigga you stupid Chemistry teacher, I 762'em He thought he was solid, I turn him to fluid Pistol a pencil that Ruger I drew it I check him like Nike lil nigga let's do it Fuck all that talkin hoe nigga I'm heated He speakin on me and so clearly he need it This Pistol hold 20 reload and exceed it This Goofy ran up and now goofy Deleted Jaasiel put that pussy on me ima eat it We fuckin for hours until we depleted This Big Dog talkin lil nigga stay seated I fight wit my ego like I was Vegeta I did this shit what you reaching yo hand for Fuck wit my family I hop out the van door Can't see me John Cena in sandstorm Evict him from living like I was his landlord Grinding for days, I done grew a lil stubble Make it, the profit I flip it and double You dig what I'm sayin two hands and a shovel You up, ima up, now we both in a puddle Two foot prints I stand on business Shoes stay tied I'll step in a minute Big ass nigga get faced wit a 5.56 Now he ain't even big as a midget He a hoe why the fuck would I trip Give him a double, the clip two digits No seatbelt only thang that's strapped is me Ima blow give a fuck bout a ticket All of my niggas stay strapped like car seats Ion say shit, ima let the AR speak Catch him in traffic shit loud as a car meet You slumped in yo car like you live in a RV Niggas gone act for the net ICarly See me in person and now he sorry Two guns up nigga, black Jeff Hardy I'm givin out shots like I sponsored Bacardi bitch Akatsuki my choppa, Itachi here too This pistol Rasengan, them bullets is blue Mangekyo Sharingan, nigga I see you Shadow clone C4, they wanna be you
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