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Cory Gunz Hot Nigga Lyrics

Last updated: 09/29/2014 06:20:10 AM

(Freestyle)
Oh Cory, he sum hot nigga
They caught me with the Taurus, not the Glock, nigga
Y'all niggas too loud, FEDs watch niggas
Find me with my blazers, bustin' shots, nigga
Ain't nothin' open for you but the shop, nigga
We get jiggy bustin' juggs, bustin' chops, nigga
Got sum niggas doin' life, doin' shop, nigga
They be shootin' at the cops, nigga
Free TZO, free my nigga Skat
Free Fleezy-o, ya know we countin' up when y'all back out
And if she on her flow, I'm up all in that mouth
You stupid if you think you got me slippin', boi
Ask about me, I be grippin', boi
Scorin', Michael Jordan, Scotty pimpin', boi
You can keep the ho, I'm bout this chicken, boi


AK-47 on ya squadron
You be quick to gimme to the sergeant
I do this shmoney dance and I dodge it
Then I pistol whip you like the chargers
I feel like 100 thousand million
A product of the section 8, I'm really in
Put you on the break, you chow now
Fresh out the box, take a towel, blow you down, pow
No pause either, cuz he strapped now
Breeze movin' P's out the trap now
I told my nigga Charlie-O I'mma turn it up
Don't need 100 niggas, just a couple real as us
Bitch, I'm a thug nigga
Razor blades, with those in the club, nigga
If it ain't a pistol it's a snub, nigga
Whoeva got issue, it's a dub, nigga
Drinked out and I'm ridin' out with yo bitch walkin
My haters straight to that Frank Stan
They don't gotta bum my shit talkin'
Cause that strap to go breakdance,
Like a bad deal, I'mma rip off em
Bitch stop it, put yo face on yo bitch just like instant lock it
Got an extra shell in my fifth pocket, for the seventh nigga that shit poppin'
Yung money, that shit poppin'
Yo shit droppin, yo shit floppin'
No bullshit, I don't talk feelins
With kindness I make soft killins
That last single I was on really sold 3 and a half
4 million
Like take that, pop bang no payback
Don't play with me!
Google me, I'm hot nigga that 9. milla stay with me
So dead that, ass bet yo diaphragm ?
Too tight for that bed nap
I'm gettin' high as that head crack
These niggas ain't got no style, runnin' round wit my old swag
That so bad, yáll throw the shit like yáll runnin' round with my whole bag
Got one thing clear bout Gunna, hear fuck thing doubt gonna
I am not sling mouth runnin', like shouts inna they outcomers, nigga ?

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