korrupt - rinsless lyrics
[intro]
pistol whippin’
man, i gotta tuck the smith & wesson
send him up, up
send him straight to f*ckin’ heaven
double cup, cup
sippin’ straight 7/11
pl*pl*plxce, what the f*ck?
[verse 1]
i am so done with you f*cks talkin’ all that sh*t
why you* why you be tryin’ so hard? pack it up and quit
walkin’ around wit’ a vetements fit
all of these b*tches corrupt, that’s it
hah, they know i’m the sh*t
cry to your b*tch, get off of my d*ck
cop the f*ckin glock, yeah, i got a choppa
someone get him a f*ckin’ doctor
double b’s in my bag, b*tch, that boy ain’t gonna prosper
uh, catch him lackin’ on sight, yeah, got him leakin’ from my crosshair
double b’s in my bag, b*tch, that boy ain’t gonna prosper (prosper)
[chorus]
[?}, i don’t f*ckin’ care
b*tch, i walk in neiman marcus, i got h*lla f*ckin’ racks to share
si*sigil tats on her back, no, i like that
i put trueys on her jeans, no, she like that
[?}, i don’t f*ckin’ care
b*tch, i walk in neiman marcus, i got h*lla f*ckin’ racks to share
sigil tats on her back, no, i like that
i put trueys on her jeans, uh, no, she like that
[?}, i don’t f*ckin’ care
b*tch, i walk in neiman marcus, i got h*lla f*ckin’ racks to share
si*sigil tats on her back, no, i like that
i put trueys on her jeans, no, she like that
[post*chorus]
pistol whippin’
man, i gotta tuck the smith & wesson
send him up, up
send him straight to f*ckin’ heaven
double cup, cup
sippin’ straight 7/11
double cup, cup
sippin’ straight 7/11
[verse 2]
smoke on your product, uh, uh
then, i go f*ck up your spot, b*tch
wonder what happened when my tommy switched
shoutout yung plxce, we gettin’ rich
b*tch, i’m outside with a muh’f*ckin’ gl!ck
hop in the whip, [?]
creepin’ in the cut, i stay stalkin’ with my motherf*ckin’*
[pre*chorus]
pistol whippin’
man, i gotta tuck the smith & wesson
send him up, up
send him straight to f*ckin’ heaven
d*d*double cup, cup
sippin’ straight 7/11
double cup, cup
sippin’ straight 7/11
[chorus]
[?}, i don’t f*ckin’ care
b*tch, i walk in neiman marcus, i got h*lla f*ckin’ racks to share
si*sigil tats on her back, no, i like that
i put trueys on her jeans, no, she like that
[?}, i don’t f*ckin’ care
b*tch, i walk in neiman marcus, i got h*lla f*ckin’ racks to share
sigil tats on her back, no, i like that
i put trueys on her jeans, no, she like that
[outro]
[?}, i don’t f*ckin’ care
i*i*i don’t f*ckin’ care
[?]
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