Cory Gunz - Bedtime Lyrics

Cory Gunz - Bedtime Lyrics

sleep nigger, bedtime
flat line, red line
aint a nigger fucking with my bread
sleep nigger, bedtime
sleep nigger, bedtime
flat line, red line
aint a nigger fucking with my bread
sleep nigger, bedtime

rockstar, self bitch, free gig, mouth piece, feed kicked
stacking paper, need whip
fuck you jacking hater, heat clips
thug more, grind zone, nigger, ohh
mind glue, liver to my name bitch
you can find me where them killers make them caskets hit
paper chaser, dominated, new nigger, nominated
everybody and they mama hating
i dont give a fuck about the commentating
i be on that yay like jay, never hustle but i bust a tray like ray
corner nice day, its what the vice, yey
its how them real nigger roll them dice play

sleep nigger, bedtime
flat line, red line
aint a nigger fucking with my bread
sleep nigger, bedtime
sleep nigger, bedtime
flat line, red line
aint a nigger fucking with my bread
sleep nigger, bedtime

yeah, fuck it, let them hate a nigger made it
these nigger say it but its never demonstrate it
talking all this ball sporting like its illustrated
niggers snitching, if i diss them i get might get
you blew 20 000 on your whip for datings
nigger i blew 20 000 just on shit
you smoking redless, we rolling
probably why your dolly got an ass
slow flowing like a fucking boss, you suckers soft, you suckers soft
says she love me when i rap fast, i fast,

sleep nigger, bedtime
flat line, red line
aint a nigger fucking with my bread
sleep nigger, bedtime
sleep nigger, bedtime
flat line, red line
aint a nigger fucking with my bread
sleep nigger, bedtime.

Cory Gunz Ft. Juicy J - We Gon Delete Em Lyrics

Cory Gunz Ft. Juicy J - We Gon Delete Em Lyrics

no, aha
real shit nigga
i .. killin his david .. with
this is .. no politic
just hallo tips, coming from my own direction
i ain’t the male man, but i was in the message.
gangsta shit is on the whole ..another level shit
..your whole family .... car ..they put ..
i’ve been the realest nigga innocence child ..
so call em police ..niggas know me
i got killers from my hood and they
and they pay the .. 35 .. in this mack down ..

i came up from the streets niggas ..with the street niggas
my team winnin ..defeat nigga
we treat haters like drums, we’re gonna beat em
they say the wrong words
we gon delete em

... get you .. double cup .. any talking lie em walking ..
wiser ..for five .. talking my gun looking the time ..i’m on 12 3
..i’m rappin the 36 ..b*tch you are f*cking on the .. with ..b*tch

i’ll be on the street , you’ll eb on the street

Cory Gunz Ft. Meek Mill - YMCMB MMG Lyrics

Cory Gunz Ft. Meek Mill - YMCMB MMG

[verse 1: cory gunz]
stare is blank when the trigger face
lil nigga with a bigger base
know me young homie? here's some money, you wonder now
i'll make 2012 with a number dial
talking that shit; dont know who they rapping with
pause, i say fuck em fast, rabbit dicks
i turn the booth to a maggot pit
she appear when i wave the david banner wrist
gettin money, you niggas seein me like my mother home
she's bitchin her dog is back with another bone
hollar for a dollar, to swallow back
i hit her right off of twitter, now follow that
i'm booking face, my network is social
young money, cash money, we coach who coach you
slow up them protools with them loco vocals
what you know to, don't do, nigga
i'm your go-tos, go-to
plot, once you try i approach you quiet with the toast too
fire, i will smoke you
tie, any man, bear hand choke you
silence is what i go to
violent, burner in the safe, burner in the car, and the plates, burner on the waist
find the burner and they solving the case
murder in the place, let is dislove in his waist
i don't give a fuck if your moms and all is in the play
get your pops, get popped, nigga pop off
get a drop, in the city chopped, get in knocked off
glock and it gettin hot, knock ya socks off
get clocked, when it tick, get tocked off
block niggas, by the block when its blocked off
swat looking for the yatch when is docked off
in the spot where niggas plot to get bopped, pause
and when the waps stop then ya top off

[verse 2: millz]

ymcmb doublem g, you know me
old school flow like kool mo dee
coastal flow, i move low key
make a move ot
get a brick for the low
95 south get a chick that would go
every 36 let the bitch get an o
i put it in the hood that bitch better snow
in the middle of summer, do numbers
niggas better run from us that, front us
that mac-10 with a drummer, they want us
tell them niggas run up, get done up
when that automatic get clappin like cory gunz when he rapping
that shit be spitting so fast, and my niggas we platinum
and i'm... on the way i'm going glow, i put my pressy on
30 thou, like a got a camero chevy on
i go loud around the neck give em a heavy one
and niggas sleeping on me, guess i get my freddy on
nightmare on you record labels
i tell em put the dirty money on the other table
you ever seen a 100 racks off fiend money
that martin luther king, i had a dream money
i can tell you niggas never seen money
we sellin white girl, gettin christine money
aguilera, i'm in the panorama
niggas whisper when i come through, i can barely hear em
i know these niggas looking, i can't see em though
my daddy in the grave, i make you meet em though
they call me, mister "fuck a nigga" i don't need a ho
cause i got my paper up, its time to get my haters up
i'm gone!

bitch!

i'm gone!

mmg ymcmg