CornBread ft. Learikal Lyrics

Niggas don't talk bout shit far as my name go

And these bitches playin' sides, they talkin' angles

Niggas really got skirts, they wearin' bangles

You gon' play the house, nigga, like the Django

And I'll write by the house to let the rain blow

You livin' short like leprechauns with no rainbows

Ain't gotta speak, end of the day, they know

So what we doin' then? What we talkin' bout

We supervisors to them lil' niggas, walk em' out

Shit, no niggas, we gon' stall em' out

These megaphone flows, we gon' call em' out

So lil' nigga, come report to the office

Every gun can think of, cause we goin' on offense

Nice fish fries to cover the coffers

Niggas never been up, so they report to they bosses

And you know it ain't no rules with me

I'm scratchin' on the chalkboard, ain't no schoolin' me

If anything goes, ain't no rules to me

Cause you ain't gon' be wet, get yo' eulogy

I could turn your hood on you like Jake did Lanzo

I be laid back, chillin', feed up in my condo

Beatin' down your block like I'm straight from the Congo

On this bitch with Lyrical, he really a dondo

Layin' niggas off, they ain't got no job

They be prayin' for a blessing, but they never talk to God

Still the same fat nigga that'll stuff yo' bitch

Never let the money change me, boy, I swear I never switch

Plummet Road nigga, known to keep the pole

Niggas quick to run a nigga down if he ain't from around

Don't need no snakes in the circle, I be cuttin' shit off

If she ain't tryna build, you need to cut that shit off

I be chillin' on the lake, so my neck is watered

You be trickin' on these hoes, nigga, what you done bartered

Can't get a bitch this time of day, that's why I fuck em at night

Cause I be grindin' all day till that bank roll tight

Mind of a maniac, I be feelin' like Boosie

Leave a nigga when he down, here's how you gon' lose him

I let these niggas talk, cause I know they ain't bout it

I'm just tryna make this money to the point I can't count it

Oh, motherfucker, you can't have my cornbread, that's for damn sure

Cause if you try to take my cornbread, part two of my killin' spree

Gon' begin up in here on your ass right now

If you thinkin' about my cornbread, make it the taste out your mouth

That's for damn sure

Now fuck him, fuck that, cause I'm from New York City, God damn it

Nobody take no cornbread from me

And that go for you and any other you motherfuckin' farmers wanna try some shit

You fuck around with me, it's gon' be consequences and repercussions

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