Lyrics:
Whoa
Yea
Whoa
Yea
I'm a cornball baby
Yea
Whoa
I'm a cornball baby
I'm a cornball baby
But I know that
You love me
I'm a cornball
But this love
Is
salty
You cornball, get you popped plz
You cross me, it is costly
I'm bossy, I'm flossin
You see I'm really saucy
I drip gold like the honey
Lil baby
Motherfuck a cornball, I been working on myself (yeah on myself)
Don't need nobody else I got me, that's my help
I push you away I push you away I
Yo
Run that back, Turbo (run that back, Turbo, run that back, Turbo)
Ya
I told Gunna it's your time to eat (eat)
These rappers cornballs they
not ballin', a cornball
She want the glizzy, she want the corndog
Niggas gon' turn on you like a doorknob
Murakami, y'all niggas too tall
Baby's
MDC
Dough I got plenty and stay Getting it relentlessly
That cornball can't amount to me He's a paperwork gangsta
I love the fact they doubting me
Bunch
the honey
Just to get it up
Ain't worried bout no cornball
That ain't did enough
If I was you I'd leave the bitch
She in here getting fucked
You ain't
bo bee, bo
So don't look at me and say,
That I'm the very one,
Who makes the cornball things occur,
The shiver of the fur.
Don't expect so
was a gift in its own right
So I remain strong
Long as
Hands cap on
Snare drums tap on
J's word stays bond
And cornballs who rap get snapped
Mae (She gone eat it)
Smokin killa OG came out of Santa Fe
I ain’t watch BET since they switched AJ for Terrence j (Hell Nah)
Cornball
Use to wanna fuck
wont hurt you
Live dat life style its a virtue
Tryna be a legend like Virgil
You a cornball Steve Urkil
She my April I'm a Ninja Turtle
We Pokemon Go she
the off-white
Iridescent tint on my frames I can't see at night
Cornball hatin' on me just to get some clout
Been rappin' ten years how the fuck you ain't make it
the behavior of cornballs (cornball)
Don't press her for sex little horn ball
When she keep on telling you no, she is not going to go, look i tried to warn y'all
Yo man she got the cornball
He ain't no cornball (what up View)
He's my brother (Trip)
And he's the master (View)
Bitch I'm the man
No really bitch
more
Oh, what you talm bout
you ain't talkin' bout no cornball
Already done talkin' bout that shit straight up how I saw
Thought I told you
Run up on you
slide no pilly
Nilly on a nigga if he cornball kitty
Hol on pussy chill on tht
Cant give no cornball pity
Just like it's Sydney hot & warm
They know
E-Redenbacher, all these cornballs I'm poppin' on
I'm cut precise, need every slice, bread, cheese with the toppings on
Some like Ricky Bobby on em,
And you know just what I've got on my mind"
'Coz love is hard to find
And hard to to keep alive
And I'm no good with those cornball lines
I'm a traveling
You a cornball
That fit that you got on, man, you ain't putting that shit on at all
I got big dawg status, you a bitch and you been small
Been
of that wack ass
Minaj dull sex
I wanna throw my dick
In something real
I ain't one of those cornballs
Who try to get them draws
Love You down
Til
Lie after lie and you wheel and you steal
See it time after time never asking the deal
Boy your ass a cornball if u say keepin it real
Hoping I can
Hitting strippies how
I'm diffy off the dippy
The panties fall off not sticky
The pussy sticky as drippy
Ain't no cornballs rolling with Me These cornball
word stays bond
And cornballs who rap get snapped on
Live lyrics will be just that
Just phat
Just right for all those who feel my flavors tight
I'm
a three five? Shit, it's eighty for the eighthy, jack
Brodie threw a bullet accurate like a Brady pass
Me being broke? You cornballs almost made me laugh
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