[Verse 1:]
I got a knock for when I'm ready to yell em some mo, and got a glock but I don't wanna tell em no mo, we got them ketas with Chiquita's fot that medicine flo, and stampedes if your liters movin elephant slo, I get my head in control, that keeps my bread in control, I get control of my bread, and get your head in control, I'm blowin breath in this ho, but I ain't reffin this sho, I'm a be hugh heff in this ro, she gives me pelican throat, u on some delicate shit, I'm on some deli ish shit, u heard the jelly ish fits, and count that 50 so steady, ready for richie and that shotta allota pockets r lookin healthy, I'll sick em with my dollaz and they fittin more than collars, look at me little c from corner 1-7-3, no it's g-u-n-z, oh lawdy don't let it be, we put that on dem nickels we hard as Eskimo nipples, when told to let go that pistol I'm firin this shit cause I'm tryna get.
[Verse 2:]
I kno aerobics ain't showin in valleys no mo, and some hydrolics will drop u like a cali lo-lo, I got a knock thall flood ya block with hella po-po, but bet my choppa make dey choppa not propella no mo, and then I wheel that 4, 4, in the sky like hell they gone go, when I get buck they say we ain't gone hang them linens no mo, underline my plan in low dose, wonder how my plan is gone go, [?]
See the lil nigga with the broke ho, I'm prollt the nigga u should get the do do, with a pocket full of money, and a Rockefeller dummy, so the cops wanna run me up but don't kno, but I will keep my hand on my hip and u will dip when I dip, for tryna nip on my chips and getting grip on my grip, there's so much lip on my tip, these chickens sip on my drip, militia click in this bitch we keep a clip on equip, there's so much lip on my tip, these chickens sip on my drip, militia click in this bitch, we keep a clip on equip.tryna get.
Struggle lyrics - Cory Gunz
[Intro:]
Momma went and made a thug nigga,
And by the grace of god you can die a drug dealer.
My soldiers on the grind tryin to climb out the struggle,
In time you'll be fine, keep your mind on your hustle.
[Verse 1: Cory Gunz]
Remember back, I was a snot nosed nigga,
They told me I was small so I wore my clothes bigger.
Alotta homies dead cause they ran with hoe niggas,
So I ain't never ran with a hit from no nigga.
My soliders 9 to 5 on the block to stay alive,
They know they gotta ride, get that rock away or die.
Ain't got no peace of mind, all they got is peace of mind
With their pistol by their side, tryin to dodge a homicide.
Cause even I ain't tryin to put those tears in mommas eyes,
Gramma know I love her and my momma know I try,
My grandaddy died 'fore I got to say goodbye,
I knew him more than daddy, daddy I ain't gotta lie.
My head up to the sky, when I pray at night I cry,
And ask father why he even bothered with my life.
Cause I ain't here for nothing but the cause of dealin trouble,
If you feel me when you hear me then you know
You feel the struggle when we struggle cause...
[Chorus:]
Momma went and made a thug nigga,
And by the grace of god you can die a drug dealer.
My soldiers on the grind tryin to climb out the struggle,
In time you'll be fine, keep your mind on your hustle.
My soldiers on the grind keep your mind on your hustle,
A nigga look you down, try to shine, show you muscle
My soliders on the grind keep your mind on your hustle,
In time you'll be fine, you gonna climb out the struggle.
[Verse 2: Cory Gunz]
Remember back, I was a snot nosed nigga.
For snack, I put the water in my cheerios nigga.
Sugar in my water and a sandwich I was eatin.
Showed a lotta niggas wasn't nothin sweet if I was feining.
Them suckas up the hill tryed to ride around the block,
Tryed to jump us, kept me quiet when we fired random shots.
I knew alotta legends that retired on my block,
Some niggas turned feds and put wires on my block.
But still I'm gonna ride and teein until I die,
I rep one-seven-four 'till the choir harmonize.
Militia get this money, B-X where I reside.
No matter where you bangin, keep your step in solid line.
They want us on the corner, shot to death or on that line.
You feel me when you hear me, how we really know who liein,
Thinkin you ain't here for nothin, but cause of dealin trouble,
If you feel me when you hear me,
Then you know you feel the struggle
When we struggle cause...
[Chorus:]
Momma went and made a thug nigga,
And by the grace of god you can die a drug dealer.
My soldiers on the grind tryin to climb out the struggle,
In time you'll be fine, keep your mind on your hustle.
My soldiers on the grind keep your mind on your hustle,
A nigga look you down, try to shine, show you muscle
My soliders on the grind keep your mind on your hustle,
In time you'll be fine, you gonna climb out the struggle
Momma went and made a thug nigga,
And by the grace of god you can die a drug dealer.
My soldiers on the grind tryin to climb out the struggle,
In time you'll be fine, keep your mind on your hustle.
[Verse 1: Cory Gunz]
Remember back, I was a snot nosed nigga,
They told me I was small so I wore my clothes bigger.
Alotta homies dead cause they ran with hoe niggas,
So I ain't never ran with a hit from no nigga.
My soliders 9 to 5 on the block to stay alive,
They know they gotta ride, get that rock away or die.
Ain't got no peace of mind, all they got is peace of mind
With their pistol by their side, tryin to dodge a homicide.
Cause even I ain't tryin to put those tears in mommas eyes,
Gramma know I love her and my momma know I try,
My grandaddy died 'fore I got to say goodbye,
I knew him more than daddy, daddy I ain't gotta lie.
My head up to the sky, when I pray at night I cry,
And ask father why he even bothered with my life.
Cause I ain't here for nothing but the cause of dealin trouble,
If you feel me when you hear me then you know
You feel the struggle when we struggle cause...
[Chorus:]
Momma went and made a thug nigga,
And by the grace of god you can die a drug dealer.
My soldiers on the grind tryin to climb out the struggle,
In time you'll be fine, keep your mind on your hustle.
My soldiers on the grind keep your mind on your hustle,
A nigga look you down, try to shine, show you muscle
My soliders on the grind keep your mind on your hustle,
In time you'll be fine, you gonna climb out the struggle.
[Verse 2: Cory Gunz]
Remember back, I was a snot nosed nigga.
For snack, I put the water in my cheerios nigga.
Sugar in my water and a sandwich I was eatin.
Showed a lotta niggas wasn't nothin sweet if I was feining.
Them suckas up the hill tryed to ride around the block,
Tryed to jump us, kept me quiet when we fired random shots.
I knew alotta legends that retired on my block,
Some niggas turned feds and put wires on my block.
But still I'm gonna ride and teein until I die,
I rep one-seven-four 'till the choir harmonize.
Militia get this money, B-X where I reside.
No matter where you bangin, keep your step in solid line.
They want us on the corner, shot to death or on that line.
You feel me when you hear me, how we really know who liein,
Thinkin you ain't here for nothin, but cause of dealin trouble,
If you feel me when you hear me,
Then you know you feel the struggle
When we struggle cause...
[Chorus:]
Momma went and made a thug nigga,
And by the grace of god you can die a drug dealer.
My soldiers on the grind tryin to climb out the struggle,
In time you'll be fine, keep your mind on your hustle.
My soldiers on the grind keep your mind on your hustle,
A nigga look you down, try to shine, show you muscle
My soliders on the grind keep your mind on your hustle,
In time you'll be fine, you gonna climb out the struggle
Talk 2 Me Nice lyrics - Cory Gunz (feat. Square Off)
[Talking: Cory Gunz]
Ay, you heard the voice on the face made the choice. ha, speaking on dha apha youngest in charge you know milsha sqaure off. let me break it down like this...
[Cory Gunz:]
Man, on the ski trip set up in the sona pochinos know we piggin in beny hona. lots of specalation cause they see me with shhh! but I ain't with the drama cause I ain't lil mama, I ain't tryna send you out know I ain't ya father, shine baby shine I know you like my revalva last night was close you know I wanted farther (mad cause she sad but she mad cause you softa]
[Chorus:]
Yeaa, baby you betta talk 2 me nicee (talk 2 me nice) baby you bettah talk 2 me nice (talk 2 me nice) [x4]
[Trips:]
Uhh. so militan, I gottah issue with a hotel til full of bottles pochohol at the pochinos room full of models, niggahs from the hood they follow but there pockets all hallow. I ain't talking bout the girl in the bac quick 2 swallow (shawaty know's wat trips the great] when you done meet me in room 358 we on the 3rd floor got em pro. it's right across the hall which are barbie girls I caught me one 2 with the barbie curlz heading dwn stairs my pijama party girl, it's offical when you dealing with the youngest in charge I took down maybe 3 but I play the minaj mixed all type of girls like you one the cologe you bettah talk 2 me nice if you tryna go far, when the bottles all ice and your girlfriend the right you betta make sure that you talk 2 nice
[Chorus:]
Yeaa, baby you betta talk 2 me nicee (talk 2 me nice) baby you bettah talk 2 me nice (talk 2 me nice) [x4]
[Slim:]
SLIM! (talk 2 me nice or don't tell me nothing] so you heard a couple chicks try 2 fuck with slim room 2 62 see watsupp with them, poppin bottle after bottle couple cupsegen, little shawty frontin on me cuss I fucked her friend, talk 2 me nice my shoes white on white, from the pool to the jucuz then we can get right (LETS GET RIGHT!] right, neva do I write, shawty wanna rap so I let her rock the mic, ha friend wanna double so I let her alib, long hair; cuteface; nice waist; ha ass big, neva the type that be chasing a chick (relationship], ain't got no patient for it, I'm on the grind for now tryna get the fed shawty want me 2 hit but I'm tryna catch the head (talk 2 me nice) neva mind what was said she laughed when I told her I wrote this rhyme in my head. For real was thatt!
... baby you betta talk 2 me nicee (talk 2 me nice) baby you bettah talk 2 me nice (talk 2 me nice) [x4]
Dadadadadadadadadadadadadada
Nenenene.
Ay, you heard the voice on the face made the choice. ha, speaking on dha apha youngest in charge you know milsha sqaure off. let me break it down like this...
[Cory Gunz:]
Man, on the ski trip set up in the sona pochinos know we piggin in beny hona. lots of specalation cause they see me with shhh! but I ain't with the drama cause I ain't lil mama, I ain't tryna send you out know I ain't ya father, shine baby shine I know you like my revalva last night was close you know I wanted farther (mad cause she sad but she mad cause you softa]
[Chorus:]
Yeaa, baby you betta talk 2 me nicee (talk 2 me nice) baby you bettah talk 2 me nice (talk 2 me nice) [x4]
[Trips:]
Uhh. so militan, I gottah issue with a hotel til full of bottles pochohol at the pochinos room full of models, niggahs from the hood they follow but there pockets all hallow. I ain't talking bout the girl in the bac quick 2 swallow (shawaty know's wat trips the great] when you done meet me in room 358 we on the 3rd floor got em pro. it's right across the hall which are barbie girls I caught me one 2 with the barbie curlz heading dwn stairs my pijama party girl, it's offical when you dealing with the youngest in charge I took down maybe 3 but I play the minaj mixed all type of girls like you one the cologe you bettah talk 2 me nice if you tryna go far, when the bottles all ice and your girlfriend the right you betta make sure that you talk 2 nice
[Chorus:]
Yeaa, baby you betta talk 2 me nicee (talk 2 me nice) baby you bettah talk 2 me nice (talk 2 me nice) [x4]
[Slim:]
SLIM! (talk 2 me nice or don't tell me nothing] so you heard a couple chicks try 2 fuck with slim room 2 62 see watsupp with them, poppin bottle after bottle couple cupsegen, little shawty frontin on me cuss I fucked her friend, talk 2 me nice my shoes white on white, from the pool to the jucuz then we can get right (LETS GET RIGHT!] right, neva do I write, shawty wanna rap so I let her rock the mic, ha friend wanna double so I let her alib, long hair; cuteface; nice waist; ha ass big, neva the type that be chasing a chick (relationship], ain't got no patient for it, I'm on the grind for now tryna get the fed shawty want me 2 hit but I'm tryna catch the head (talk 2 me nice) neva mind what was said she laughed when I told her I wrote this rhyme in my head. For real was thatt!
... baby you betta talk 2 me nicee (talk 2 me nice) baby you bettah talk 2 me nice (talk 2 me nice) [x4]
Dadadadadadadadadadadadadada
Nenenene.
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