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Tone Corlyone - What's In It Lyrics



Tone Corlyone - What's In It Lyrics




My top down in the winter
Just got money I dont know how to act

Niggas talk down then they kiss her
Imma lift her up then I hit it from the back

Since a little kid knew the Distro
When I came of age hit the party w the pack

Can't get it now don't give up
Keep working at it you gon get it that's a fact

Okay

Bad habits try to cut em off w some scissors
Cin't no new friends but plenty hoes in the picture

Better watch out for the reaper
If you lackin he gon get ya

Being poor a mental state I can't afford so get me richer


Yeah

Who got the bank and tell me what's in it

Said her shit fat and she got offended

Late night heard the sirens Loud ain't no crickets

They shootin

Shootin like rabbit season no ribbons

Hoes bouncing beef to beef this shit different

Road runner beat the beat mailbox fishin

Said that she a sneaky link I uncovered

Pussy so wet my condom ain't rubber

Hit her shit once then twice So I dub her

But if she a down bitch I just might love her

Love come in all shapes and all colors

So it ain't the same

Say my words is magic talkin like I'm David Blane

Every time we speak I lie and I just get away

Usher to her she my boo on socials don't show my face

She not used to f*cking with a real one she used to lames

She way too anxious I ain't shit

Instagram lit so she swear that she famous

She's used to that brainless had to cut her off real nicely left the hoe painless

Matter fact can't even f*ck with her she basic basic

Type that's gon trap if you f*ck with her that pussy dangerous

Don Feddachini when I roll up I face it

Cin't shit sweet but the bankroll I'm caking

No oops close cause my brothers be adjacent

Leather pants feeling like Tron speed Racing

They want my spot but I ain't complacent

Shit nigga I ain't even got a spot

F*ck a white bitch even though her pops racist

Young nigga with a lot of issues so I gotta stop

Sike my life good foreign fabric all on my hood

Change the world if only I could

Glock .40 close it ain't safe in my hood

Pray for myself and my enemies

F*ck am I stressing if it ain't bout breesh

Imma sell tics like I'm in the bean

Woke up this morning shorty locked me clean


My top down in the winter
Just got money I dont know how to act

Niggas talk down then they kiss her
Imma lift her up then I hit it from the back

Since a lil kid knew the Distro when I came of age hit the party w the pack

Can't get it now don't give up keep working at it you gon get it that's a fact

Okay

Bad habits try to cut em off w some scissors

Cin't no new friends but plenty hoes in the picture

Watch out out for the reaper, if you lackin he gon get ya

Being poor a mental state I can't afford so get me richer
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English

My top down in the winter
Just got money I dont know how to act

Niggas talk down then they kiss her
Imma lift her up then I hit it from the back

Since a little kid knew the Distro
When I came of age hit the party w the pack

Can't get it now don't give up
Keep working at it you gon get it that's a fact

Okay

Bad habits try to cut em off w some scissors
Cin't no new friends but plenty hoes in the picture

Better watch out for the reaper
If you lackin he gon get ya

Being poor a mental state I can't afford so get me richer


Yeah

Who got the bank and tell me what's in it

Said her shit fat and she got offended

Late night heard the sirens Loud ain't no crickets

They shootin

Shootin like rabbit season no ribbons

Hoes bouncing beef to beef this shit different

Road runner beat the beat mailbox fishin

Said that she a sneaky link I uncovered

Pussy so wet my condom ain't rubber

Hit her shit once then twice So I dub her

But if she a down bitch I just might love her

Love come in all shapes and all colors

So it ain't the same

Say my words is magic talkin like I'm David Blane

Every time we speak I lie and I just get away

Usher to her she my boo on socials don't show my face

She not used to f*cking with a real one she used to lames

She way too anxious I ain't shit

Instagram lit so she swear that she famous

She's used to that brainless had to cut her off real nicely left the hoe painless

Matter fact can't even f*ck with her she basic basic

Type that's gon trap if you f*ck with her that pussy dangerous

Don Feddachini when I roll up I face it

Cin't shit sweet but the bankroll I'm caking

No oops close cause my brothers be adjacent

Leather pants feeling like Tron speed Racing

They want my spot but I ain't complacent

Shit nigga I ain't even got a spot

F*ck a white bitch even though her pops racist

Young nigga with a lot of issues so I gotta stop

Sike my life good foreign fabric all on my hood

Change the world if only I could

Glock .40 close it ain't safe in my hood

Pray for myself and my enemies

F*ck am I stressing if it ain't bout breesh

Imma sell tics like I'm in the bean

Woke up this morning shorty locked me clean


My top down in the winter
Just got money I dont know how to act

Niggas talk down then they kiss her
Imma lift her up then I hit it from the back

Since a lil kid knew the Distro when I came of age hit the party w the pack

Can't get it now don't give up keep working at it you gon get it that's a fact

Okay

Bad habits try to cut em off w some scissors

Cin't no new friends but plenty hoes in the picture

Watch out out for the reaper, if you lackin he gon get ya

Being poor a mental state I can't afford so get me richer
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Writer: ALEXEY SILIN, ANTHONY BOATENG
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Performed By: Tone Corlyone
Language: English
Written by: ALEXEY SILIN, ANTHONY BOATENG
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