paroles de chanson #Cornbred - So-Low

This ain't the time to be humble
This the time to take off my muzzle
No game plan no-huddle
Sack the QB blindside get the fumble
You gonna crumble when I start to rumble
Young man young man
Losing ain't even the game plan
Check your game man
Change your lane fam

Yeah I put my soul in this
I'm owning this
Shoot a diss you gon miss
Like a drunk dude takin a piss

Cream of the crop No GMO
I let my bangers go
To spark the dance flo
Got a ring in the center attracting Frodo
While Gandalf and bilbo talk about the prequel
Coldest flow turn men into homos, girls into low hoes, they fast like flow jo
I'm about the marathon
So we don't get along
More to personalities
Than push-ups and thongs

Tell you what I'm about
Long snout in my stout
Got the foam all over my mouth
I ain't down in out
But I'll down the ounce to trounce a baby bounce
Move my feet back n forth like a cat ready to pounce

Judge me by my paws I'll show you my claws, lock jaws
Already know I'm a boss

Bruh I collect checks
No price check I flex
No change needed
You can have what's left

Woo, I'm not a baller
But the squad leader
Type of dude answers his phone in a theater
Respect to the Queen
Because I fear her
You can try to get near her
But love keeps her near bruh

Playing with amnesia
The good gon forget you
The hood gonna slit you
The wood gon splint you

I be that beast under your bed
Thoroughbred monster
Addicted to bloodshed n cornered