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cordial - mir blackwell lyrics

[intro: mir blackwell]
yuh, ay, yuh, look

[verse 1: mir blackwell]
shawty ass was clapping, i’ma smack it, she gon’ do her thing
she gon’ throw it back, i watch that sh*t like it was boomerang
looking at my texts, and all she said she finna do to me
she a snack, she pulled up to my crib like it was ubereats
and i don’t need a fork and knife, she gon’ be my course tonight
whip i bought was matte black, vigil shirt, forces white
she want me to choke her out, and f*ck her like a wh0re tonight
started off the cordial type, now she getting morning pipe

[chorus: tyde]
i got a bad hoe, and she bad as f*ck, yeah, no average sh*t
she say she new to this, but she suck like a veteran
she told her ex she celibate, she lets me get it in
i can tell she wants me now, we flip the switch, then get to it
[interlude: diggz da prophecy]
ay, ay, uh, look

[verse 2: diggz da prophecy]
i just clocked in, she came to me, no options
diggy make her drippy, i ain’t have to give no pockets
i just hit her with that d*ck and then she locked in
just watch this, she busting off the rip and now she poppin’, uh
i don’t pop sh*t, crazy when we lock lips
i do it like i do it, ain’t no other like the prophet
ay, out of pocket, maybe, but i got this
i put it down, she charging, then she blast off like team rocket, ay

[verse 3: 2mean]
bouncin’ like a pogo, she can feel my mojo
know she drive me loco, she wan’ taste my fro*yo
she won’t suck it solo, so she call her friend, she gon’ need a hand
no, she can’t contend, make my sh*t extend, make a bridge to france
i’ma make her dance for this sh*t, prance for this sh*t
take a f*ckin’ chance on this d*ck, romance for me, quick
she gon’ call her mans, call it quits, and do the splits
i just wanna split, and dip, when i see fit, that’s it
[chorus: tyde]
i got a bad hoe, and she bad as f*ck, yeah, no average sh*t
she say she new to this, but she suck like a veteran
she told her ex she celibate, she lets me get it in
i can tell she wants me now, we flip the switch, then get to it

[verse 4: tyde]
if i throw my d*ck long, she gon’ touchdown for the play
the way i piped her left her dancing, now your b*tch, she harlem shakes
and her momma raised her smart, i can tell from all this brain
she say she love me, wanna f*ck me, but i’m still gon’ make her wait

- mir blackwell lyrics

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