Free My Niggaz lyrics - Cory Gunz

[Hook:]
Free my, free my niggaz yea
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz
Free my, free my niggaz
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz

[Verse 1:]
You pussy, you can't hang with me and my niggas
Can't get pussy, you can't get paid with me and my niggas
I'm riding around with this cage, it's me and my niggas
Don't play with me and my niggas
Rob a money train for me and my niggas
Your wife up, run this train on me and me and my niggas
Cop that fuckin caine for me and my niggas
Pop yo fuckin brain for me and my niggas

[Hook:]
Free my, free my, free my niggaz
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz
Free my, free my niggaz
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz, free my niggaz
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz
Free my, free my niggaz
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz

[Verse 2:]
Throwing bands, me and my niggas
No, throwing hands with me and my niggas
I only eat with my niggas
Hot shit in yo back for tryin to front on me and my niggas
All I want with me is my niggas
She called on some friends to fuck on me and my niggas
My company is my niggas
YMCMB, my company is my niggas
Only ones get something from these my niggas
But there ain't nothing from me cause they my niggas
All my niggas is getting money, all my niggas
Only thing that's fronting is yo niggas

[Hook:]
Free my, free my, free my niggaz
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz
Free my, free my, free my niggaz
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz, free my niggaz
Free my, free my, free my niggaz
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz
Free my, free my niggaz, free my niggaz
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz, free my niggaz

Outro lyrics - Cory Gunz (feat. Charlie Rock)

[Intro:]
Yea
Trappin these bitch ass niggas
I whip side though
Choke you bitch ass niggas like quick for me
Uh

[Verse:]
Yep, me and my bag we Agostino
These niggas mad, we Tarantino
Feds watch, niggas with the frogs on us
Pop shit, better not the dog on er
We chillin out in the same zone
I'm back, you makin movies now? I'm dangerous
These nachos got me grave chasin
Now I'm young but getting blanco at the train station
Hahah, they don't want them problems with us
3 K's, rob sisters
Smoking backwoods, they get me higher quicker
I told my bitch I'm a guard er nigga
Give a fuck what you feel about us
We worth about a billion dollars
SK or the HK
Turn this wood cage to a gateway
Yea, I'm bout that foolishness
You new to this, fresh out that uterus
I dot his shit disguised like my name Pepew the shnip
That nigga they described is a straight jack lunatic
Mamy gave me, grandma raised me
Daddy made me, father save me
Time to floss more, couple S pieces
Type shit get my close like Jesus
I ain't sayin you not official
I'm just sayin I'm sacrificial
Bitch niggas ain't adapt to pistols
I was made when crack was issued
80's baby, traces baby
Facts, I hated rap like it gave me rabies
Til they free my nigga scap all my days is hazy
We fightin cases, all my niggas plays was crazy
Free paper, free luga, free H crazy
Free no, we got too many names to say it's crazy
Block hot, all the shooters on display, shit crazy
Nigga frontin now you leavin on display, it's crazy
I've been here from jump
Before Fred had you niggas scared to pump
You know
Pause, I was small but I saw a lot of war
Slashin it's cutting stabbing, choppa is slidin doors
Stop and watchin, eye poppin, shot through all
I lived on to 5th on, shit still rock the floor
Be killed but right on the early eve
I ain't tryna make a early leave
The kill ike on the early E
The killed Kwan on early morn
They killed Pop Off, my nigga gone
When I found out them niggas palmed
Fuck if I know em or not
Fuck this state of confussion and you all could get shot
Cause when I get upset gods get upset
They could promise us life but we promise him death
Better honor the stripes before you part to the threat
Get yo mama some wipes cause she gon vomit for less
1668, grandma stoo
Grandson had to put on grandpa shoes
Nigga getting high, junior high school
I started getting high in junior high school
They never had to tell me to stay
All my life they never had to tell me to wait
I'm gone

They starting to wrong me
They starting to wrong me
They starting to wrong me
They starting to wrong me
I'm a show em that I'm back
I'm a show em that I'm back
I'm a show em that I'm back
I'm a show em that I'm back

mixtape: "Son Of A Gun" (2011)

Outta My Mind lyrics - Cory Gunz

[Hook:]
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind

[Verse 1: Cory Gunz]
Wait,
Take a second to respect the perspective
My whole perceptions the method: expect the unexpected
Poverty stricken naked
Non-believers can guess it
Second they on they knees, and get necking off on me till they strepted
Weapon – hand the debit
Web it, man and kept it
Separate van, and spread it, slit his man, and wet his fam, intrepid
F-it, catch it, wretched, sketch it, fetch it, sketch it
I'm a Liar Liar with the mask fuck a Pet Detective!
Losing my cup of noodles, temper tantrums get brutal
In the mood to pull out an oozi on a fuckin' poodle
Cameras watching me like I'm something to do
Now they get it, admit
"So I'm spittin that shit" stick your tongue in doo-doo
Like my life and career's been under voodoo
I broke the hex, and wrote the checks, the coke connect should think I'm bluffin google-me
Ho-hold, no hamo, how humble I can be?
I been watching MTV all my life, now MTV's watching me
See

[Bridge:]
Nobody knows what went wrong with me
Somebody tell me what the fuck is wrong with me
This isn't the life I was born to see
What the fuck is wrong with me (with me)?

[Hook:]
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind

[Verse 2: Cory Gunz]
What the what went wrong with me
Mommy why you stop calling me?
Why these police keep walling me?
Why these bitches keep stalling me?
When they not gon follow me
Where the fucks my apology!
For putting me through such awkward psychology
Wasn't for grandma I'd be dumb and dead
Ha, light and skinny onion head
Wanna keep me fed till her bunions bled
Sweetest, I'm cheated and treated like I'm under dead
Spit on after shit on, till I'm hit on, I want the meds
And all they hear is some addict a functioning junkie
Maybe not, cause I grew with thoughts that no mother would want me
Maybe not, cause I watched them abused the drugs right in front of me
Couple pills ain't gonna kill me
Couple blunts ain't gonna hunt me!
Couple cups ain't gonna fill me
Couple chumps ain't gonna chill me
Now I'm stuck to get bucked for these couple bucks, you feel me
The only couple for me, Madison and Mckenzie
Pay Me, fuck a relationship lady, let me get busy
Shit

[Bridge:]
Nobody knows what went wrong with me
Somebody tell me what the fuck when wrong with me
This isn't the life I was born to see
What the fuck is wrong with me (with me)

[Hook:]
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
[Repeat]

Speed lyrics - Cory Gunz

You can turn the beat up louder

Marchin' like a martian, hit the starship with the carbon, I'm a marksman
Pewm
Verse for verse, I walk in and chalk men, with the words I'm cursed as cartman
South of the Bronx, the worst department
Swim in the mouth of the swamps, the skirts and garments
Withdrawn in my mental safe in a case to say
I don't think my mental's safe
But I'm sayin' the date issued on the pistols great
Than late crystal wanna be in crystal lake
With a straight pitbull that run a cripple straight
Trynna run a pencil straight through ya stenciled face
I ain't on planes when I swarm fans
And my vains hangin' on vains when I'm on xans
No one in a guinea pants by ya grown man
Stan hands full of strands when I'm on grams
Can somebody tell me somethin'
I know they hear me comin like a copper go and rob an eltiudi
Livin life illegal like it's legal
I gotta carry somethin' till the beta cops catch and tell me nothin'
Cut and get the ropes, I'm a ropesmith
I grew up with the skin of soapdishes if we gotta get it bubbly
Scape snakes wild try, pray the table mine, sound like dubbly
The issue we get speeder
Cuz the militia leader, little peter, got a millimeter heater, and a kilometer rita
See to me you niggas sweeter than a rita, pretty nita, you kilometer rita, I'm an animal Vegeta
Man, she peter, so I eat her when I beat her, she be hangin' of the shoulders of my beater
I be bangin off the meter
Put under the blanky with a yankee get a spanky from the panky like he Gida
Ha
Drive by nine niggas in the five-seater, lettin' mind fly, blind side leave ya wife beat up
In the mind guys die try to get like me
But my design can fine line any type seater
I'm Re'd up
Kiddy pull the beat up, it's small, I ain't gotta pull my seat up
I'm G'd up
Kill it, forget it pull the beat up
Young Money up

YMCMB MMG lyrics - Cory Gunz (feat. Meek Mill)

[Verse 1: Cory Gunz]
Stare is blank when the trigger face
Lil nigga with a bigger base
Know me young homie? here's some money, you wonder now
I'll make 2012 with a number dial
Talking that shit; don't know who they rapping with
Pause, I say fuck em fast, rabbit dicks
I turn the booth to a maggot pit
She appear when I wave the david banner wrist
Gettin money, you niggas seein me like my mother home
She's bitchin her dog is back with another bone
Hollar for a dollar, to swallow back
I hit her right off of twitter, now follow that
I'm booking face, my network is social
Young money, cash money, we coach who coach you
Slow up them protools with them loco vocals
What you know to, don't do, nigga
I'm your go-tos, go-to
Plot, once you try I approach you quiet with the toast too
Fire, I will smoke you
Tie, any man, bear hand choke you
Silence is what I go to
Violent, burner in the safe, burner in the car, and the plates, burner on the waist
Find the burner and they solving the case
Murder in the place, let is dislove in his waist
I don't give a fuck if your moms and all is in the play
Get your pops, get popped, nigga pop off
Get a drop, in the city chopped, get in knocked off
Glock and it gettin hot, knock ya socks off
Get clocked, when it tick, get tocked off
Block niggas, by the block when it's blocked off
Swat looking for the yatch when is docked off
In the spot where niggas plot to get bopped, pause
And when the waps stop then ya top off

[Verse 2: Millz]
Ymcmb doublem g, you know me
Old school flow like kool mo dee
Coastal flow, I move low key
Make a move ot
Get a brick for the low
95 south get a chick that would go
Every 36 let the bitch get an o
I put it in the hood that bitch better snow
In the middle of summer, do numbers
Niggas better run from us that, front us
That mac-10 with a drummer, they want us
Tell them niggas run up, get done up
When that automatic get clappin like Cory Gunz when he rapping
That shit be spitting so fast, and my niggas we platinum
And I'm... on the way I'm going glow, I put my pressy on
30 thou, like a got a camero chevy on
I go loud around the neck give em a heavy one
And niggas sleeping on me, guess I get my freddy on
Nightmare on you record labels
I tell em put the dirty money on the other table
You ever seen a 100 racks off fiend money
That martin luther king, I had a dream money
I can tell you niggas never seen money
We sellin white girl, gettin christine money
Aguilera, I'm in the panorama
Niggas whisper when I come through, I can barely hear em
I know these niggas looking, I can't see em though
My daddy in the grave, I make you meet em though
They call me, mister "fuck a nigga" I don't need a ho
Cause I got my paper up, it's time to get my haters up
I'm gone!

Bitch!

I'm gone!

Mmg ymcmg

Hardbody lyrics - Cory Gunz

[Verse 1:]
Young money militia with it
Cash Money business, we missed the hit then your bitch'll get it
Full grown, heart colder than South Fargo
Load the pockets in my cargos for what your car goes
Fuck it I can't complain, die I don't like him anyway
Took for Wayne, Mack, and Stunna to snatch him anyway
Shorty from the DVD, y'all ain't catch him anyway
Thinking look at these bird brains, I'll hatch 'em any day
Take it in acid, I'll put a bird on your bitches
Like, fuck a fashion statement, I state the fashion
Like, I'm straight smashing with an irate passion
Shit, like I hate crashing, rip like I'm late passing
I'm loyal to fam like oil to Sam
I know niggas boiling grams for foil and Spam
I'm on a track like Lebron, not annoying his man
Before the games, clap chalk and ya boy at the lane
Who game?

[Hook:]
Real niggas saying they hardbody
Be the same niggas talking around
Real niggas saying they hardbody
Be the same niggas stuck in the ground
Real niggas saying they hardbody
Be the same niggas jumping the gun
Real niggas saying they hardbody
Be the same niggas pumping a lung

[Verse 2:]
I'm the definition of staying humble
And the militia's the definition of staying mumble
Admitting you ain't in correct position to say & mumble
All you getting is disrespect cause you wouldn't lay a fumble
I'm the tiniest of them out of the fucking jungle
But I'm quiet enough to show 'em I want the trouble
Never had a shot off the backboard
I know niggas from detention that'll turn your block to a blackboard
Cory Gunz hot as a crack store
That's probably why I always got a thirsty ass broad on my black straw
Before I wanted the nigga to treat right, now I'm considering the Quran pawn
I do the beats right
Respect or the Tek's going off like a street bike
And you gon' see his neck blowing off like a street light
Pause, creep tight sneaking beneath night
Or be the next hellbound nigga to seek Christ, aight

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
I don't know where they found fam
Fuck around with me, I'll make your self-esteem low as the Soundscan
Rep the city like I'm the town man
Try work it out or else you're getting stuck, wait the pound's jammed
You rap like opposite what you act like
You act like you wouldn't scratch strike in a cat fight
You scrap like you wouldn't clap right in a strap fight
Motherfuckers know how I rock, that's what I rap like
Nigga real mean, I gotta trill team
First nigga, baby grey Glock with a teal beam
Something heavy, try to make a nigga wheels lean
Quiet, the silencer make you sound like a seal stream
You can chase the cookie trick, I want the real cream
Nigga I'm trying to peel green like a sealed screen
How this feel? Looking like a shotta kill scene
Cause my whole crew shoot the nigga, we a film team

[Hook]

Bedtime lyrics - Cory Gunz

Sleep nigger, bedtime
Flat line, red line
Ain't a nigger fucking with my bread
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Flat line, red line
Ain't a nigger fucking with my bread
Sleep nigger, bedtime

Rockstar, self bitch, free gig, mouth piece, feed kicked
Stacking paper, need whip
Fuck you jacking hater, heat clips
Thug more, grind zone, nigger, ohh
Mind glue, liver to my name bitch
You can find me where them killers make them caskets hit
Paper chaser, dominated, new nigger, nominated
Everybody and they mama hating
I don't give a fuck about the commentating
I be on that yay like jay, never hustle but I bust a tray like ray
Corner nice day, it's what the vice, yey
It's how them real nigger roll them dice play

Sleep nigger, bedtime
Flat line, red line
Ain't a nigger fucking with my bread
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Flat line, red line
Ain't a nigger fucking with my bread
Sleep nigger, bedtime

Yeah, fuck it, let them hate a nigger made it
These nigger say it but it's never demonstrate it
Talking all this ball sporting like it's illustrated
Niggers snitching, if I diss them I get might get
You blew 20 000 on your whip for datings
Nigger I blew 20 000 just on shit
You smoking redless, we rolling
Probably why your dolly got an ass
Slow flowing like a fucking boss, you suckers soft, you suckers soft
Says she love me when I rap fast, I fast,

Sleep nigger, bedtime
Flat line, red line
Ain't a nigger fucking with my bread
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Flat line, red line
Ain't a nigger fucking with my bread
Sleep nigger, bedtime.

Sick Em lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. Cory Gunz & Gudda Gudda)

[Kid Ink:]
Ok wake up in the mornin
Break a swisher
Turn to a model like Eva Pigford
Hop up out the bed
In the gucci slippers
Tell MTV I'm a made nigga
With all this dirty money need a maid nigga
If you think your a beast my cage bigger
True I see food sick has checked out the ICU
If you look into my eyes red like T2
I'm about to shut it down tell them niggas reboot
Baby I could spend it all it ain't shit to recoupe
In the building throwin money off the roof like juice
Everydays christmas you feel the presents
I get right inside the building like it's september 11th
Raise a glass for the fallen hope they get the message
I'll said sick em I told him get a medic...

[Hook:]
I took a look inside the mirror, mirror on the wall
This is what it saw, I'm the sickest of em all
I'm the sickest of em all, you ain't sick at all
Bout to turn into a beast
Go sick em dog
I'm a get em all
I said I be gettin off
Bout to turn into a beast
Go sick em dog...

[Cory Gunz:]
Young money cash money the real shit
Let's go
Yeah
I'm of all the sickest one
I live this rap shit like this gat shit
In the world you know I was gun by highschool
I was so grown so drawn by the battle
I would get a pass to spit a punch line
Nigga go to lunch before I get to class
Now there's no more of that
Just me how I shouldve done right
And they said Hell no Gunz
What why? What I ain't tight enough to be on Young now
Catch anybody that...
Same side as me that tastes...
Under the same eye
I'm a go hard like I'm playing for the game
I know ya'll niggas want to get in
But you can't try
Cause they got so many rich niggas in this motha fuckin shit
I could talk about this here like I can't die
K I
If they know beat tellem beep up
Bling
They beefing with my upkeep
They could'ntkeep up
To think all that talking they ain't sinking shit
Niggas thinking militia more then they sink a drip
But I don't think of shit
I'm learning at this war
Some times you gotta leave the bag burning at the door
Cause now the joke is on you niggas try and kick the fire
Cause now it's cash money and they all as sick as I am hahaha

[Hook]

Yeah
I am at all the sickest one
I live this rap shit like this gat shit
In the world you know the gun
By highschool I was so gone so drawn by the battle
I would get a pass
Spit a punch little line
Let a little lunch fly get to class
Now there's no more of that
Just me how I shoulda done right
Ink said Hell no Gunz
What why? What I ain't tatted enough to be on Alumni
Catch the same body
With the same shotty
The same side of me
Tears tatted under the same eye
I go hard like I'm playing for the game
I know ya'll niggas want to get in but you can't try
Cause they got so many rich niggas in this Militia
I could talk about a killer like I can't die
K I
If they know peep till I'm peep up
Bling
But even with my upkeep
They couldn't keep up
To think... all that talking ain't dig a sinken ship
Niggas leaking militia more than a sink ll drip
But I don't think of shit
I'm learning at this war
Some times you gotta leave the bag burning at the door
Cause now the joke is on you niggas trya kick the fire
Cause now it's cash money and they all as sick as I am...

[Hook]

[Gudda Gudda:]
Money talks nigga so what the fuck you sayin
Put up or shut up if you ain't paying you ain't playing
10 toes down I'm on my feet 7 thou a show 7 shows in a week
I ain't stupid rich but I'm hella comfy
Gettin money 100 thousand in the louie duffy
Together we live divided we die
Young money fly team boy we live in the sky
My daddy said before he died look a man in his eye
Read em like a book you can tell the truth from a lie
Promised my mamma shell be ridin in the coupe before I die
And my flow gon get us everything we wanted no lie
Fuck it I'm iching for the limelight yeh
And they say gudda you should wait until the times right
And I'm like nah nigga I won't it now won't it now I'm not waiting
Cause the flow blazing and I'm hot like satan so...

Know My Name lyrics - Cory Gunz

[Verse 1:]
What, yeah I'm on nigga run up
I'm runnin' with the gym blade in my fitted now
Fuck around with me and get knitted down
So much green can't remember the last time I shitted brown
Thirsty niggas ain't admitting they bitter sound
Now I'm hungry to show em I'm the hottest fucking kid around
Show em how it go I don't kid around
Fuck ya crew and label go get a town
And set off and spit around
YMCMB in the bee and pee on ya bean
Why and if I see em tell em I wouldn't wanna be em
Run off gun out, gun off run out
Fuck the what nigga bring the fun out
Militia gang rap for the dumb out
Try me for a come up
I bet ya niggas raps never come out
Smooth drinking swigga with a temper like a bliquor
On the itchy finger nigga bought a liquor on the victim goin

[Chorus:]
Don't you know my name?
Gunz Militia Pop
Show these little niggas I'm not playing games
I'm a pro with the dot I'm a cold nigga pop
Like cash with the flames
Gunz Militia Pop
Show these little niggas I'm not playing games

[Verse 2:]
What, bitch nigga you ain't saying shit
I got business on the block, Amber, Wayne and Nick
If ain't depending on the watch then we made em sick
I knew a witness on the watch who became a vic
Had a wife of a life then became a bitch
Most my niggas lay the bricks so they lay in bricks
Or they laying bricks
I love the south like potato grits
But I bet whatever if you say the knicks
My niggas midwest with a plate of fix
Staged up and off the dimes and they making knicks
Caught a jooks by mistake I ain't mean to get em
Shit, he was the trick he ain't need to spend em
See me in any whips bet the nina's in em
Gimme Christinas lips put the penis in em
My closet looking like I got a cleaners in em
Ya'll ain't poppin tommy's ya'll are just alotta gleamers with em

[Chorus:]
Don't you know my name?
Gunz Militia Pop
Show these little niggas I'm not playing games
I'm a pro with the dot I'm a cold nigga pop
Like cash with the flames
Gunz Militia Pop
Show these little niggas I'm not playing games

Cory Gunz other songs:

Gamble On Me lyrics - Cory Gunz (feat. T-Pain)

[Chorus:]
You can gamble on me, if you play yo cards right, shawdy you'll see, hand over your chips and lay em all me, gamble on me, you can gamble on me e e e e e e e, gamble on me if you like your r's put it down for a g, roll with a winner and shawdy you'll see (GUNZ) oh oh shawdy, they don't belone, you can gamble on me

[Cory Gunz:]
Try ya luck, shawdy try ya luck, pul pul pul pul pull that slot jackpot round em up, round them up we hit that club, throw seven up and they hold on us, like a pole on us, they be all on us, when the booze or the mose or the rose on us, hit like it ain't no toes on us, you be playin o so much, but since you waited tenidean tp and so don't touch, she so so fine, she don't know she so so mine, I just might might go all in, if I miss one more time, one more call one more time, one more call one more time, one more call one more dime, one more call one more time, walderback back back back back back, walderback shawdy know my blackjack game fat as jack black

[Chorus:]
You can gamble on me, if you play yo cards right, shawdy you'll see, hand over your chips and lay em all me, gamble on me, you can gamble on me e e e e e e e, gamble on me if you like your r's put it down for a g, roll with a winner and shawdy you'll see oh oh shawdy, they don't belone, you can gamble on me

[Cory Gunz:]
Try ya luck, shawdy try ya luck, shake those dice get ottoms up bottoms up bottoms up, pop pop get the bar blowed up, my squad and the cars roll up and the gurls show up cause they all blowed up and they all get money and they all thowe it up, shawdy fold yo deck holder for that malitia soldier bet for bet we do it back to back like we getting mo bucks, you with him you know what he just mad cause we all roll up cause we all showed up looking all grown up and we all getting money and we all thowe it up like ayy bout a stack where all my riders at where my sophisticated mami trying to slide a stack walderback back back back, walderback shawdy know my blackjack game fat as jack black

[Chorus:]
You can gamble on me, if you play yo cards right, shawdy you'll see, hand over your chips and lay em all me, gamble on me, you can gamble on me e e e e e e e, gamble on me if you like your r's put it down for a g, roll with a winner and shawdy you'll see oh oh shawdy, they don't belone, you can gamble on me

I Got Cha lyrics - Cory Gunz (feat. Lil Wayne)

[Verse 1: Cory Gunz]
What you niggaz know 'bout this
I'm a get the spot jumpin' on some all-out shit
Making all my thug niggaz wanna call out shit
Snatch ya bitch and have ya on some fall-out shit
You lil' niggaz is targets
Too hard to figure who triggers he dodgin'
Call your sergeant, Weezy Baby cause an arson
Tell the fire marshall, call the squadron
Me, I'm quite alright, off from Dodgers
Pack your paper, bitch I went back for your pardon
I done hung with the brothers from Hollygrove come for the summer
Them shotties blow, bodies go from the numbers ya hear me
No sweat, to me this is easy
Cause all the help, I squeeze it and please it
I reps New York, young, fly Sinatra
Yeah apply the hatin', I supply the docks now

[Hook x2: Cory Gunz]
Weezy F., you lines crack homie, I gotcha
You tryna get out without a scratch homie, I gotcha
Yep, and I shot ya
Yep, and I wrote ya
Yep, and we gotcha
Yep, now it's over

[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
I tell 'em get off my dick, you niggaz can't fuck with me
It's Lil' Wayne and company
You come at me wrong, just another R.I.P. song
One time equals three, Bubba Black be home
Matter fact, I'm on, whoever want it, come on
Come on, come on baby let's see bone tone
Bootleg, ya knuckle blade come outta ya leg
Have the whole block mad like you killed Cornbread
Fuck the feds, and you can tell 'em what I said
Fuck a rat, and you can smell 'em when they dead
I tell it like it is
We used to have to spend the whole day choppin' up and now we sell it like it is
We sell it out the fridge
We wrap 'em up in baby strollers, and I know a bitch with 17 kids
So fuck you ain't feelin' me
I'm a Cash Money Millionaire literally
Fuck y'all

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
[Cory Gunz:]
It's like, when them rain clouds was above
You couldn't pay anybody to show a nigga love
But now I'm gettin' dug by the real juvenile thugs
On the Island with them toothbrushes comb'll stab slugs
The roughneck types call oxes, Deuce-Deuces
Don't know what the definition of truce is
To lose it nigga you stupid
I'm with' a movement so ruthless the O.G.'s with stripes'll feel like they got blue shit
[Lil' Wayne:]
Yo Stunna, and I'm fuckin' with Gunna
I'm hot like I'm fuckin' the summer, or bun in a oven
Thou who cometh shall be punished
Dead, gone, run this
Up in this year, ay Young Co' I had to switch my image
Need to presidate the more folkers don't percentage
Him and his politicians, they got sentenced
Whoever in here not strapped they not with me, yeah

[Hook]

Mr. Fresh lyrics - Cory Gunz

1, 2 buckle my shoe, unlaced ears, lil mama what it do (what u mean?)
What it do to fit you on those jeans,
On your thighs so tight it's like your hips can't breathe
I'm in the spot with my wrist on freeze
N a couple of thugs with a grip on squeeze
Pair of champs on, I get my limp on
Like I get my pimp on play you just bench warm
Summertime my louis flips on
Before I make u wana get your tip on
U said lil ron'names his own
He keeps it fly, I don't knw wat your mans on
See I less see once we get our benz on
U step on my nikes ices with your chin zone
I'm in this game just tryin to get my friends on
And all you blockers get defended

Now ya'll you tell me...
Is the fitted low? YES
Money low? NO
Ice Bright? BRIGHT
Kicks tight? 4 SHO
Game tight? 4 SHO
Haters see me? YES
Never none less lil homie just call me Mr. Fresh
Just call me MR. FRESH [x4]

They like why u gotta be so fly?
Homie I got it from the street no lie
Between me n u shorty I see bare sheets
It must be in opposite the dead sleep
See me pull up in the red jeep
See me hop out with the red sneaks
See me pull up in the blue coup
Rims match the kicks blue boots
See me pull up in some green clean
Prob rockin a pair of mean greens
But you don't know I get green seems
The US prob in the same dream
Heavy glin I make my limousines lean
Ain't no 1 ons we known to intervien
But I swear if I looked u in the face
Itll b like I took a picture in your face
Or rather like Tyson hit u in the face
U waitin to take my shit now this a taste

Now ya'll you tell me...
Is the fitted low? YES
Money low? NO
Ice Bright? BRIGHT
Kicks tight? 4 SHO
Game tight? 4 SHO
Haters see me? YES
Never none less lil homie just call me Mr. Fresh
Just call me MR. FRESH [x4]

You wanna know what I'm about? paper
The way u put your money let ya mouth make-up
I make ya lil mama shell break-up
I'm just a lil fresh spouse taker
Ya sleepin on me homie better wake up
Ya girl just spotted me comin outta jacob
Her thoughts are probably that I got my cake up
My wieghts up I ain't gotta play tough
Pimpin that's just how I'm livin'
Chill in spots u wich u could live in
Sippin' spinnin' women linen
We grindin' shinin' gripin' winnin'
Names exchanged digits are givin'
Slackin my mack nim slippin' my pimin'
Gonna splurge like this shit is tradition
Motha herbs got the chips

Now ya'll you tell me...
Is the fitted low? YES
Money low? NO
Ice Bright? BRIGHT
Kicks tight? 4 SHO
Game tight? 4 SHO
Haters see me? YES
Never none less lil homie just call me Mr. Fresh
Just call me MR. FRESH [x4]

Ok lyrics - Cory Gunz (feat. Raeliss)

I been in the trap cooking work up all day
As long as my blunt's filled with purple its OK
She ain't hit the block, no phone calls all day
Chillin on the block with my new bitch its OK

it's OK, its OK, its OK
it's OK, its OK, its OK
it's OK, its OK, its OK

[Raeliss:]
Direct deposit, driving porsche
Alexander, Michael Kors
I gave you anything you wanted
But I wasn't the only one (one)

Swear that I didn't know nothin'
You and my boy was fuckin'
Homie been driving my whip
Kissing my bitch in public
But I know now
and its OK, its OK, its OK
its OK, its OK, its OK

You ain't gettin' nothin'
No more whips, No more trips
No more stuntin'
Want no kiss. Want no sex
Want no lovin'
No more this, can't do that
No more nothin' (yea)

I said I don't want you no more
Ain't trusting you no more
Ain't touching you no more
Ain't fucking you no more

I said I don't want you no more
Ain't trusting you no more
Ain't touching you no more

But it's OK, its OK, its OK
it's OK, its OK, its OK
it's OK, its OK, its OK

Ain't trusting you no more
Ain't touching you no more
Ain't fucking you no more
But it's OK, its OK, its OK

[Cory Gunz:]
Baby girl tried to hurt my soul
Kicked a nigga out the crib
I was paying all them bills
Made me feel like I ain't worth my clothes
Had to call my nigga Bam, get me out this jam my nigga, I gotta leave this shit
She was getting worked out at work by a floor mopping nigga, you believe this shit? (crazy)

I don't know why this hurt
You know I was doing all kind of dirt
But truthfully honest words, I fell back from the pimping and the karma lurked
I don't give a fuck I got a down bitch
And she's up, what you lost, she found it
Keep a nigga grounded, feed a nigga pound it
I beat it up, then we sleep, then we count this

I take trips on her, she used to trip on me
I put a kiss on her, she put a lick on me
I put this dick on her, and made her stick on me
We all his and hers in your history
I never miss on her, she not a mystery
Everybody know's that she's the miss on me
I ain't shit on you, why you piss on me
Now you all fucked up saying its on me

I been in the trap cooking work up all day
As long as my blunt's filled with purple its OK
She ain't hit the block, no phone calls all day
Chillin on the block with my new bitch its OK

I said I don't want you no more
Ain't trusting you no more
Ain't touching you no more
Ain't fucking you no more

I said I don't want you no more
Ain't trusting you no more
Ain't touching you no more

But it's OK, its OK, its OK
it's OK, its OK, its OK
it's OK, its OK, its OK

Ain't trusting you no more
Ain't touching you no more
Ain't fucking you no more
But it's OK, its OK, its OK

I been in the trap cooking work up all day
As long as my blunt's filled with purple its OK
She ain't hit the block, no phone calls all day
Chillin on the block with my new bitch its OK

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