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Cormega

Genres: Hip-Hop

Ironic Lyrics - Cormega

[Verse 1: Cormega] 

Made a little paper now ain't it ironic 

Said I wouldn't make it never make it out the projects 

But they still there now ain't it ironic 

My pockets do calistethics my shit so bolic 

Can't fit it in my wallet I don't sniff narcotic 

Natural high y'all niggas can't cop it 

Had a fucked up life for the world wouldn't swap it 

One hell of a story might aswell make a profit 

My brother died young round the same time as biggie 

So this ain't nothing new my heart was cold from the giddy 

While niggas in the mirror tryna get all pretty 

I'm fighting with the bouncers get my team in with me 

Spent nights in the cold, sipping on gold 

It's not what you deserve get what your hand hold 

Forever y'all fold for violating the code 

Bitch feeling horny all she gotta do is blow 

 

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[Hook] 

That mother fucker and that motherfucker 

I ain't nothing like 'em I'm that motherfucker 

You body bag who? 

I ain't that motherfucker 

It's a war going on take that motherfucker 

Catch a fade now nigga got the cannons motherfucker 

We can trade shots where you standing motherfucker 

Leave your boy stiff tryna tell you motherfucker 

When niggas get hit they some telling motherfuckers 

 

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[Verse 2: Havoc] 

Everything you tryna do I already did 

Even if you wished me death I already lived 

And came up considerably came from experience 

Don't bite the hand that feed you one day may get you rich 

Is the emphasis in this conflicting myth of better living 

The worst comes more often remember this 

Hate is no different to love that ain't genuine 

Art imitates life I convey realism 

Schemes I prepared for them 

Dreams I'm fulfilling indeed 

Odds I overcame are immeasurable 

You find out who thorough when charges are federal 

Weak links exposed when once seemed inseparable 

A chain reaction praise you had in the street 

Ain't the same when you change your status 

I stay adapting to make it happen 

And made it out the same place you trapped in 

 

[Hook] 

That mother fucker and that motherfucker 

I ain't nothing like 'em I'm that motherfucker 

You body bag who? 

I ain't that motherfucker 

It's a war going on take that motherfucker 

Catch a fade now nigga got the cannons motherfucker 

We can trade shots where you standing motherfucker 

Leave your boy stiff tryna tell you motherfucker 

When niggas get hit they some telling motherfuckers 

 

[Verse 3: Giggs] 

Who's who? My nigga, my nigga who's who? 

Gangster, niggas from youtube will get moved to 

Coo coo pussyhole nigga thats in a tutu 

Two twos man got the prick my niggas move loose 

Cognac man got the yak ain't sipping two juice 

Think back when I gave dubz the little deuce deuce 

Tulse told Saj grab the champagne and get the goose scoot 

Toot toot man grabbed the chick I bet he boot boot 

They never watched never got the message 

Never got the gwop never got the method 

Never watched the Glock never got the effort 

Never gonna stop man forever [?] 

Met along the tops never got the lesson 

Man a from the Narm never got the Peckham 

Man a got the arms and we gotta get 'em 

And man don't deal with can't's man I gotta test 'em 

Went and got the dank 

Said it wanted light went and got the lamp 

Buck said it was light went and got the champ 

Man was on the ite went and popped the champs 

Man was on their bikes when I got the shanks 

Then I switched the life now I got the stamp 

Swimming for their lives when man got the plank 

And man was getting by now I got the bank 

 

[Hook] 

That mother fucker and that motherfucker 

I ain't nothing like 'em I'm that motherfucker 

You body bag who? 

I ain't that motherfucker 

It's a war going on take that motherfucker 

Catch a fade now nigga got the cannons motherfucker 

We can trade shots where you standing motherfucker 

Leave your boy stiff tryna tell you motherfucker 

When niggas get hit they some telling motherfuckers 

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