Lyrics:
(Oi pass me the Cornstarch) Welcome to the show Let me tell you how this gon go Start to bop your head as you catch on this yellow boy flow Leave
twelve, gave him cornstarch and blocked his number Took his ten, went and blew it, it was free, fuck it Finesse mad niggas off them Erks , but we ain't gon'
cornstarch Have you ever, have you ever had a quagen exotic pop? Have you ever, have you ever put the stick up on the Glock Have you ever, have you ever took
Got your mom I turn the bitch into a pornstar Niggas hella corny they be filled with cornstarch Bitch I'm making masterpieces just like Mozart I
(Jimmy P. Brown II, George Ochoa) Chipped beef, such a treat, one jar of dried beef Two cups of whole milk, one tablespoon of cornstarch Two
go get your work And keep your beeper chirpin' is a must Is you on that dust or cornstarch Familiar with that smack man The music is like that
go get your work And keep your beeper chirpin' is a must Is you on that dust or cornstarch Familiar with that smack man The music is like that
"Get on the bus", go get your work And keep your beeper chirpin' is a must Is you on that dust or cornstarch? Familiar with that smack man? The music
some cornstarch You be on her phone while she grabbing on my forearm Face up in a bowl I ain’t talking about Progreso Airplane mode I don’t text bitch I
he might not make it back cuz that rock ain’t real Bread water cornstarch what he dealing til he sign a deal Fake it til you make it nigga or until
Heirloom Sugar Is regular sugar With a picture of my Grammy On the box It's cholesterol-free Gluten-free GMO-free No cornstarch No glues
mix the shit with cornstarch Pussy so good, man the bitch got her own arch Do the dash in a Hellcat, drive it off a cold start (Vroom) He say he want
of cornstarch in the plot Stock Hit the glass- ceiling and drop Sloppy timing bloody eyes black dots Mind race but ima hold this thot Make it to The pad, might
Nelson Reilly I like Hee-Haw, Fat Albert, and I also like corn I like cornflakes, corndogs I like corn bread and cornstarch I like the band Korn
gonna end now Cornsnitch Cornstarch Never know when it's gonna end Corfnick Corncord Floorcorn Corncake Corncob Windmill Corfnick Corncob Conrad You
All you do is talk All you do is talk Never shut the f**** up Never (Oi pass me the cornstarch) OK This aint fun and games If you wanna run keep up
just traded mash So they made a plan that sounded quite risky The farmers all went out to march Interrupting them making their cornstarch To stop that
bang Body hits be like bang Hollow tips (Bang, bang, bang) Mix it up with some cornstarch in my pan Bring up your team Bring up your clan All these
Greating one pound Cornstarch and wine Smoking hot pot Mix and dine Fun and joy An easy dish We serve it with A little twist Roll up your sleeves
yuh, I've been cooking on this beat like I was using cornstarch, And if you mess with us, just let me say, beware the ides of March, Beware the ides
a convict Starting to stir the pot, I need more cornstarch I'm fucking the studio up with Pauly and Charge Been staying hidden like Kent Clark We leave you
coming after shit Diamond shine just like the northstar Choppa blow you like a pornstar I be harder then some cornstarch Chain on your neck you ain't going
wen really I’m like fuck u bitches (HEY) I fuck dat Lil bitch like a pornstar I woo ya I sell ya some cornstarch Dez niggaz be bitches ya str8 brodds
cornstarch, that shit get tough If I'm such a pussy, pull up on me, who gone call my bluff? You put some pressure on me, popping out a diamond in the rough
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