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letra de late hour - corny

[verse 1 – corny]
this that banger b-tch, we can k!ll the club
break down a dutch then i spill the guts
break down the weed then i fill it up
with that good sh-t got me ill as f-ck
so sick on the beat but i figured i’d be
the sickest mc k!ll this sh-t with such ease
that they think i’m a beast and they d-mn right
wasn’t dealt better cards i played my hand right
see me now with that royal flush
that boy’ll just k!ll on command
still off a gram of that chill sh-t
in a town where the locals living off the land
that’s homegrown in my own zone
smoke that sh-t f-ck the o-zone
i’m tearing that sh-t it’s apparent that chris
is going hard f-ck going home
love my home town but i’m grown now
out here living on my own now
off a zone and i’m zoned out
one day they’ll tell me that they’re so proud
of my accomplishments my confidence
is through the roof and i’m on one
smoked a bunch of weed
sipped liquor and beer i’m gone son
my mind gone but i’m on my game still
high as f-ck no pain pill
insane till i make it in the game
and i’m baking up a game of the loud
not a face in the crowd, see me pacing around
i’m chasing it down like jason i’m proud
of k!lling every beat know i’m taking it down
and when the verse ends it’ll be placed in the ground

[bridge – corny]
studio late night, paper planes bouta take flight
faded off that kush and captain morgan, what a great night
captivate my audience and aggravate those who hate like
that ain’t right, i’ll decapitate y’all with a steak knife
till the daylight we spitting, big money getting
if you hear the sh-t then you know there’s no forgetting
were nice on the beat and got bars like pharmacist
don’t want beef don’t run around starting it
saw the rap map and novas not a part of it
rose up outta there, f-cked around and went and charted it
told me people follow me as i led em from the heart of it
saw the red sea hit up russell and he parted it

[verse 2 – racked up ru$$ell]
rap game moses bouta part the red sea
don’t try me you’ll be a dead man
bl–dy like a redman
making moves on the low fam can’t reveal my method man
rollin headband in a red van
holding on the crabtree like i’m rich sherman
hit my plug up on instagram
ship overnight that’s instant grams
break em down send em out that’s insta bandz
it’s burning yo fingers bro p-ss me that sh-t
don’t ash it ya b-tch i’m cashing bong rips
splitting a zip half in the stash other half in my -ss
like a rattata i scratch attack
lost in the trap like matt’s upper back
tryna get this change while remaining the same
smoke a few strains got engaged to mary jane
you can’t detain or retain i got green like romaine
cigarello dutch behind my ear
red solo cup full of beer
big yellow b-tt backseater squeeze her then i eat her
let her roll up the reefer
smoking up the earth break it down like pangea

[bridge – racked up ru$$ell]
it’s that verb slurring urban swerving bait lord
always herb burning serving purp on a skateboard
i’m talking big bong ripping
40 ounce sippin
looking for the party full of b-tches with a keg in the back
let her hit it now she twisted and her heads in my lap
it’s a fact skulls will smash
cause i always drop the sack rap game warren sapp
i got weed of all kinds
and tequila with lime
it’s my time you can hear it in my lines

- corny

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