| Cor-Cor-CorMill
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| Ayy, ayy
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| Stuck in my ways, too hard to love
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| Ain’t cross no boss so I can’t trust
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| 'Cause on brotha shit fucked me up
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| Emotional killer, pain turn me up
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| Stuck in my ways, too hard to love
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| Ain’t cross no boss so I can’t trust
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| 'Cause on brotha shit fucked me up
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| Emotional killer, pain turn me up
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| They know I’m a smacker, that ploy been a stabber
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| Seen too much young shit, turnt to my savage
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| Put a opp in the dirt just to find my place
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| Broke down inside with a smirk on my face
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| Love my bitch, I don’t know how to show it
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| Get her designer for all of her clothing
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| But she still broke and like bust shit down
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| Try to blow a nigga down, you got me in the house
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| You never around, keep killin' niggas now
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| You gon' be in the pound
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| My name, don’t throw my shit around
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| He gon' get a hunnid rounds, I can’t come down
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| She be like «You a killa,"stop provin' the point
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| We know that you bad, that you showed remorse
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| Ain’t never enough I don’t know what to do
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| I know I fucked up, girl, I love you
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| Can’t tell you in person so I’m in the booth
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| Stuck in my ways, too hard to love
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| Ain’t cross no boss so I can’t trust
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| 'Cause on brotha shit fucked me up
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| Emotional killer, pain turn me up
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| Stuck in my ways, too hard to love
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| Ain’t cross no boss so I can’t trust
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| 'Cause on brotha shit fucked me up
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| Emotional killer, pain turn me up
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| Too hard to love, I can’t trust
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| Fucked me up, pain turn me up
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| Too hard to love, I can’t trust
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| Fucked me up, pain turn me up
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| Won’t drop a bag on feelin' and killin', just start with me
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| I told her «My bad, I broke your heart, you in love with me»
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| I know you fuck with me, oh-oh, you stuck with me
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| Oh-oh, you stuck with me, oh-oh, you stuck with me, oh-oh
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| How these niggas gon' respond when you puttin' 'em under that pressure?
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| See me, I walk 'round with the metal
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| A glizzy, fuck rival 11s
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| And fuck all these demons 'cause bitch, I’m the devil
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| Glizzy on me, ain’t no more Smith and Wessons
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| Get hit with the K like I’m done with the TECs
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| My bro take his chain if I feel like he flexin'
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| Stuck in my ways, too hard to love
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| Ain’t cross no boss so I can’t trust
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| 'Cause on brotha shit fucked me up
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| Emotional killer, pain turn me up
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| Stuck in my ways, too hard to love
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| Ain’t cross no boss so I can’t trust
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| 'Cause on brotha shit fucked me up
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| Emotional killer, pain turn me up |