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letra de corn - hitman tiga

[intro sample]
here, everything is regulated by machines
you’ll find that things are very different here

[chorus]
round here, man ah get corn, it’s not a fist fight ting
fam, everyting dead when i see man
take man out on a boat and left man dead in the sea, man
that p-ssyhole’s still breathing? hold more lead if you’re he-man
round here, man ah get corn, man can’t talk to the youngers
these youts chef cuh they’re hungry
man get left in the dirt for peanuts, less than a monkey
man get served up quick, get wrapped, get left on the concrete

[verse 1]
corn, any mc in your circle
man ah move dread like murkle
sh-llshock an mc quick, mek a soundboy hide like a turtle
swerve all over the set, quick spin an mc like a whirlpool
corn all over your set, yeah, bang, bang, kweff and all that stuff
i smell, i smell p-ssy, p-ssyhole, why do you act up?
corn all over the dj, corn all over the hype man
corn all over the dancers, corn all over the mic man

[verse 2]
that’s my darg and my kweffer
i get money with my hitter
i be opping, i be opping
i be shooting, they be dropping
smoky, smoky, i ain’t coughing
i get high like mary poppins
bullets fly like mary poppins
leaving a boy in a coffin
i ain’t lacking, i ain’t lacking
i be packing, i be packing
i be stacking, i be stacking
r2, r2, double tap him
clappy, clappy, i be clapping
sight a pagan, let him have it
ain’t no talking, i’mma bag him
opp all on him like a savage
corn, wap, wap, wap and i’m gone
round here nuttin’ ain’t long
round here, repertoire sh-t
round here, everyone hits
round here, gyal have got chat
round here, man have got straps
opp boy lack and get wapped
top boy sh-t in these flats
round here, man ah do wraith
lurky, nuttin’ ain’t safe
buck, buck in a man’s face
open up a man’s safe
boom, boom in a man’s face
boydem shut a man’s case

[verse 3]
that’s my darg and my kweffer
i get money with my hitter
n-ggas broke, n-ggas bitter
b-tch about it on their twitter
they don’t @ me with their chatter
i’ll come at them with the @-er
fully-loaded with the data
i’ll leave claret on a matter
splashy, splashy, i get splashing
cashy, cashy, get the cash in
wrap the bando where you’re trapping
tan a pagan, that’s a wapping
macaulay culkin with the weapon
gun jack man without the tekken
shooters kweffing, youts are cheffing
it’s them london streets we’re repping

[outro]
corn

- hitman tiga

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