mmm - corey st.rose lyrics
[intro]
[?]
[chorus]
i wear the maison margiela (yeah)
hundred bands and it fit in the sweater (cash)
steal my style but i still do it better (huh)
my brother just told me keep applying the pressure
i’m smoking on gushers, ball on the court i don’t need me a jumper
they playing with mustard, when they gotta ketchup
send a thottie just keep me a set up
big diamonds better go get your bread up
[verse 1]
broke her heart, don’t know what to tell her
keep the mans in the gun on the dresser
yeah, i’m back on the road
i ain’t comin’ if i can’t bring my pole
she a thottie, she can’t leave me alone
no father, she just wanna be grown, yeah
hit from the back, blow her back out
grabbin’ her thighs, pullin’ her tracks out
in the city but i got it mapped out
casamigo and p*ssy i black out
wait, all of my windows be tinted (skrrt)
i am the new chief lieutenant
we could shoot a movie, cole bennett (okay)
i put n*ggas on no credit
[chorus]
i wear the maison margiela (yeah)
hundred bands and it fit in the sweater (cash)
steal my style but i still do it better (huh)
my brother just told me keep applying the pressure
i’m smoking on gushers, ball on the court i don’t need me a jumper
they playing with mustard, when they gotta ketchup
send a thottie just keep me a set up
big diamonds better go get your bread up (woo)
[verse 2]
i been doin’ numbers, p*ssy wet, she might need her a plumber (come here, come here)
she callin’ me corey, but it’s st.rose all on the covers (okay)
she lovin’ my stories, gold rings lookin’ like robert horry (let’s go)
you can have all the glory
rap, sing, no, bae i ain’t tory (haha)
i’m walkin’, i’m talkin’, and i’m jiggin’ these bands
gotta watch out for n*ggas that ain’t really your mans
i’m taking the shots ’till you taking command
slumpin’ him out, now he out like a xan
these b*tches is groupies, these n*ggas is fans
shoutout my n*ggas that’s stuck in the jam
i’m good if my hood n*ggas know i’m the man
i lie to the feds, i don’t lie to my mans (woo)
i feel like i’m ‘pac, two glocks call them rick and morty
i’m ridin’ with st*rdy, pop a bean, y’all pop me a thirty
rockin’ diors, i ain’t christian
james bond, yeah, i’m out on a mission
n*ggas spun on this block just to hit sh*t (baow, baow, baow)
[chorus]
i wear the maison margiela (yeah)
hundred bands and it fit in the sweater (cash)
steal my style but i still do it better (huh)
my brother just told me keep applying the pressure
i’m smoking on gushers, ball on the court i don’t need me a jumper
they playing with mustard, when they gotta ketchup
send a thottie just keep me a set up
big diamonds better go get your bread up (woo)
[outro]
i wear the maison margiela
hundred bands and it fit in the sweater
steal my style but i still do it better
my brother just told me keep applying the pressure
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