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Corey Cartes Pritchett
Corey Cartes Pritchett
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Youtube To the studio Youtube rapper iight yeah Wake up every morning Brush my teeth and put that shit on Bag chaser this a hundred million dollar iphone Please don't come around on that bullshit This a no fly zone Switching cars I just went back to mars Riding in a 2 tone Stuffing racks I flood the wrist Ain worried about no musty bitch Ain worried bout no flunky nigga That boy ain't hitting on nun Off the muscle shit I'm worth a ticket Young and turnt I'm lavish living That boy he don't won't no problems He know how I'm coming These some red bottoms Blood under my feet every time I walk I'm a real baller diamonds Hit the lights ever time I talk Ima shot caller all these niggas Around me break the law Send them night crawlers Creeping through your bushes In front of your house I got check after check After check then I flip it I put racks on top of racks On top of racks it's hard to spend it Ima big dog compared to them Lil niggas they some midgets Call big bro everyday he step on Shit I call em Uncle Willie turn me up Don't turn me down I'm in the club with all my niggas Turn me up Them niggas mad because They can't fit in the picture turn me up Might hit the bank and fuck around Pull out 6 figures turn me up Boy out his body steady Bopping off them jiggas turn me up Do not compare me to Them niggas ima big dog turn me up Above the rim shit bitch I'm balling like I'm John wall turn me up I hit the mall shit I'm walking Around here with a 30 ball turn me up We pop out flexing on them niggas When the night fall turn me up Got the whole gang we pull up flexing Making noise ride in foreigns I pull up lift the doors and pop it on them whores Shit I'm lit in real life ain gotta cap it To them boys they ain't wanna let me in We fuck around and kick the door Turn me up that bitch ain't got no morals but Bragging about dior aye boy stop capping How you up a 100 but still riding in a ford She say she focused on herself Still getting back beat through the board Pull up in cats and hawk I make it talk You hear them bitches roar Look we outside we pop out Sliding like Jackson 5 I hit this bitch from Tennessee and make her scream out roll tide We going live She call my phone and I declined I shoot a text like bitch I'm busy ain tryna spend no time Turn me up ain tryna vibe Ain letting no bitch get in my ride How you keep speaking about Another bitch but still ain't got a dime Turn me up that boy be lying like He been paid up all this time Ain't tell that bitch you ain't no trapper Boy you work a 9-5 aye turn me up Don't turn me down I'm in the club with all my niggas turn me up Them niggas mad because They can't fit in the picture turn me up Might hit the bank and fuck around Pull out 6 figures turn me up Boy out his body steady Bopping off them jiggas turn me up Do not compare me to Them niggas ima big dog turn me up Above the rim shit bitch I'm balling like I'm John wall turn me up I hit the mall shit I'm walking Around here with a 30 ball turn me up We pop out flexing on them niggas When the night fall Turn me up CoreySSG it's your turn man What you gone do with this opportunity "I'm him you gone see suave"
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