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Coryaon Coryaon
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Bitch I'm in the zone like Pop, shot, glock I'm looking at you like Drop, thot, slop I got a Midas touch like Gold on the top Marksman with a knife like Crop it like it's sharp I'm so insane (insane, insane) I took it to the brain (to the brain, to the brain) These bitches lame (they lame they lame) They don't wanna play a game This world be so lovely sometimes Not all the time They don't take for granted all of mine We all in line They don't wanna feel the love anymore I like this girl but she be acting just like a whore I'm stopping (stop) This shit (this shit) I'm fucking (fuck) My bitch I'm not so happy I just wanna live life again Damn, I just spent a band on some new shoes And I spent another three grand on some new jewels I just sold it I just rode it I'm on the train to hell And I didn't wanna tell you Bitch I'm in the zone like Pop, shot, glock I'm looking at you like Drop, thot, slop I got a Midas touch like Gold on the top Marksman with a knife like Crop it like it's sharp I'm so insane (insane, insane) I took it to the brain (to the brain, to the brain) These bitches lame (they lame they lame) They don't wanna play a game Yeah, I'm fed up with this shit Need a bandage for this bondage Masochism got me going crazy for this carnage I'm a product of life, I'm a product of your god This bitch really want some Prada, she ain't even let me hit it raw What's wrong with me She just hurt me And all was for some Hermes This bitch just fucked my homie Tie a knot and spent some money in a gift shop Hang your body let that shit drop (drop, drop) What's inside of this It looks like Death's kiss I just signed a deal with the reaper and I just happened to tell you Bitch I'm in the zone like Pop, shot, glock I'm looking at you like Drop, thot, slop I got a Midas touch like Gold on the top Marksman with a knife like Crop it like it's sharp I'm so insane (insane, insane) I took it to the brain (to the brain, to the brain) These bitches lame (they lame they lame) They don't wanna play a game
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