[Verse 1: Cory Stare is blank when the face Lil n***a a bigger base Know me young homie? here's money, you wonder now I'll make 2012 a number dial Talking s**t; dont know who they rapping with Pause, I say em fast, rabbit d***s I turn the booth to a pit She appear when I wave the David Banner Gettin money, you b****s can't see me like my mother She's her dog is back with another bone Hollar for a dollar, to back I hit her right off of twitter, now that I'm booking face, my is social Young Money, Money, we coach who coach you up them protools with them loco vocals What you know to, don't do, I'm go-tos, go-to Plot, once you try I approach you with the toast too Fire, I will you Tie, any man, bear hand you Silence is I go to Violent, in the safe, burner in the car, and the plates, burner on the waist Find the burner and they solving the Murder in the place, let is in his waist I give a f**k if your moms and all is in the play Get your pops, get popped, pop off Get a drop, in the city chopped, get in off Glock and it gettin hot, knock ya off Get clocked, when it tick, get off n****s, by the block when its blocked off Swat looking for the yacht when is off In the spot where n****s plot to get bopped, And the waps stop then ya top off
2: Meek Mill] YMCMB DoubleM G, you me Old flow like Kool Moe Dee Coastal flow, I low key Make a OT Get a for the low 95 South get a chick that go 36 let the b***h get an O I put it in the that b***h better snow In the middle of summer, do N****s run from us that, front us That Mac-10 a drummer, they want us Tell n****s run up, get done up When that automatic get clappin Cory Gunz when he rapping That s**t be spitting so fast, and my n****s we And I'm... on the way I'm going glow, I put my on 30 thou, a got a Camero Chevy on I go around the neck give em a heavy one And n****s on me, guess I get my Freddy on Nightmare on you labels I tell em put the money on the other table You ever seen a 100 off fiend money That Martin Luther King, I had a money I can tell you n****s never money We sellin white girl, Christine money Aguilera, I'm in the N****s whisper when I through, I can barely hear em I know these n****s looking, I see em though My in the grave, I make you meet em though They me, mister "f**k a n***a" I don't need a ho Cause I got my paper up, its time to get my up I'm gone!
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I'm gone!
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