Huncho D.White - CORONA

Nigga think imma lick
Fuck around die quick
I’m the shit niggas pissed
Broke bitch make me sick
Corona
Don’t make no sense
Made some bands on the corner
Dropping this heat
Issa bomb
Like osama
Shawty so wet
I slipped off the condom
came out the jungle
This big anaconda
I pipe her down
I’m feeling boosie bitch wipe me down
Or mike jones
Cause they like me now
But I can’t cuff Em
I keep a stick
Cause I really don’t trust em
You said it’s up
Well my nigga it’s stuck
Don’t do no talking
I see you and buss
And you can’t tell me shit
Nigga you ain’t one of us
We got the real one
Boy you can’t sell me shit
Open that bag I ain’t smelling shit
Boy that’s air pack
Don’t even come around me with the cap
My nigga I don’t even wear hats
This shit just facts
stacks in my pockets
If you wanna bet
Bout to hop on jet
Call me Nike
I look like a check
Might be the goat
Shit I think I’m the best
You probably won’t like me
But give me respect
Bitch I earned it
Niggas was bitches
But them bridges burned
My nigga I’m slick as a perm
I been thru a lot
But I live and I learned
You wait your turn
But I’m bout to take mine
I’m up now
Bitch I’m hot
Check ya thermostat
They was watching my back
I got stabbed in that
Now I look out for self
Ion be needing no help
Stupid don’t even know that I’m past em
In a race with myself
I just wanna be great
Like I’m Tony the Tiger
Give me the beat
I’m spit like a cypher
Trapping so hard
Man this money exciting
Like I said if you don’t like me then fight me
I feel like mike Tyson
Salute me or shoot me
I’m not waka flocka
You smoking on floca
You think you can stop me
Nigga think imma lick
Fuck around die quick
I’m the shit niggas pissed
Broke bitch make me sick
Corona
Don’t make no sense
Made some bands on the corner
Dropping this heat
Issa bomb
Like osama
Shawty so wet
I slipped off the condom
came out the jungle
This big anaconda
I pipe her down
I’m feeling boosie bitch wipe me down
Or mike jones
Cause they like me now
But I can’t cuff Em
I keep a stick
Cause I really don’t trust em
You said it’s up
Well my nigga it’s stuck
Don’t do no talking
I see you and buss
And you can’t tell me shit
Nigga you ain’t one of us
We got the real one
Boy you can’t sell me shit
Open that bag I ain’t smelling shit
Boy that’s air pack
Don’t even come around me with the cap
My nigga I don’t even wear hats
This shit just facts
stacks in my pockets
If you wanna bet
Bout to hop on jet

Written by:
Darnell White

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