Lyrics:
Corn Belt Route
Get those carloads out
CGW on the main
Hear the covered wagons strain
Eight F units on a train
Omaha to Chicago's a feat
Rock Island's
The house on fantasy park
??The new corn belt??
In the new Bible belt
Take me to the pilot light
And sing me to sleep
You fantasy creep
to stop it but I couldn't help
Brodie got glockie underneath the belt
Corn beef leave the shelf
Pops working 3 jobs, left us home so we feed ourselves
It
myself
I be throwing up a lot but I ain't here for my health
When I'm feeling like blah, I had to loosen my belt
Ate the corn right off the cob, didn't
throwing up a lot but I ain't here for my health
When I'm feeling like blah, I had to loosen my belt
Ate the corn right off the cob, didn't need no help
So,
balling and that's a norm
From the side she got he guts torn
Hearing her cum just like a horn
You can catch shells it ain't no corn
She wanna grab my belt I
country as a chicken coop
It's a deep-fried, belt buckle, plaid shirt world
Good for every boy and girl - when you're
Country as Corn
Hometown like a yard
Full ah shape not a Leprechaun
Yellow like di corn
General, dem ah salute
Militant coup (militant coup, militant)
First verse
Sixteen boy, seh you
a shape like a Leprechaun
Gyal a like di corn general, dem a salute
Militant Coup
First verse
Sixteen boy, seh you get a likkle of 'e
Likkle Addi, baddest
gripping the mic get to singing perform (She sing it)
We had the talent ever since we was born (Uhuh)
Would still eat rice, green beans, with the corn (The
nigga on the front steps
And gettin' money is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, till ain't one left in
its good for her health
She can wrap my whole dick around her waist like a belt
Then theres another bitch her name was Iesha
She ride that dick good
Yo it's the big blonde Bich
Time to bring out my power
You know when I enter the room
It's going down like the twin towers
A first-degree black belt
its good for her health
She can wrap my whole dick around her waist like a belt
Then theres another bitch her name was Iesha
She ride that dick good
I do
My old man, he did too
Welcome to the steel town, Northwest Indiana
Our roots run deep, even if we didn’t plant em
Like the corn in that field
Philly don't dance not step with smoke
Slap a free tube belt for your jumper
Might have four or five shots for your coat
Philly been dishing out
waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games
But got some lil' niggas who would do it, so I pass the controller
potato salad?
Yo, listen
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with
jump, he pitch
He tumble master in the ditch
The pony, being rather shy
When bitten by the blue tail fly
Oh, Jimmy crack corn and I don't care
Oh, Jimmy
the yard smokin' food on sofas
Corn just jammed, sell it on, next owner
Tell her bring it to the owner
Two star hotel girls still showed up
Hand off glide,
he started running bottles out the Bible Belt
Some called him a sinner, only knew him for his sins
Some called him a saint because they knew where
Closet flooded up
Don't need no stylist
Heading to the bank
About to make a deposit
I want all the green
But I count blue hundreds
Bb simon belt
a laborer's peach that was picked as a trade
Tell it like bees pull pollen or how my knees fall short bawling
Buckle thy belt til my lungs wheeze cause I smoke
phone, like Cadet can you still kill it?
When they ask me dumb questions, I hang up, and can't help it
How you asking a black belt, if I still know my
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