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CORY GUNZ lyrics : "Hardbody"

Young money militia with it
Cash Money business, we missed the hit then your (*##$'ll get it
Full grown, heart colder than South Fargo

Load the pockets in my cargos for what your car goes
$#&@ it I can't complain, die I don't like him anyway
Took for Wayne, Mack, and Stunna to snatch him anyway

Shorty from the DVD, y'all ain't catch him anyway
Thinking look at these bird brains, I'll hatch 'em any day
Take it in acid, I'll put a bird on your (*##$es

Like, $#&@ a fashion statement, I state the fashion
Like, I'm straight smashing with an irate passion
%#@!, like I hate crashing, rip like I'm late passing

I'm loyal to fam like oil to Sam
I know ^!$$%s boiling grams for foil and Spam
I'm on a track like Lebron, not annoying his man

Before the games, clap chalk and ya boy at the lane
Who game?



Real ^!$$%s saying they hardbody
Be the same ^!$$%s talking around

Real ^!$$%s saying they hardbody
Be the same ^!$$%s stuck in the ground
Real ^!$$%s saying they hardbody

Be the same ^!$$%s jumping the gun
Real ^!$$%s saying they hardbody
Be the same ^!$$%s pumping a lung



I'm the definition of staying humble

And the militia's the definition of staying mumble
Admitting you ain't in correct position to say & mumble
All you getting is disrespect cause you wouldn't lay a fumble

I'm the tiniest of them out of the $#&@ing jungle
But I'm quiet enough to show 'em I want the trouble
Never had a shot off the backboard

I know ^!$$%s from detention that'll turn your block to a blackboard
Cory Gunz hot as a crack store
That's probably why I always got a thirsty $$# broad on my black straw

Before I wanted the ^!$$% to treat right, now I'm considering the Quran
pawn
I do the beats right

Respect or the Tek's going off like a street bike
And you gon' see his neck blowing off like a street light
Pause, creep tight sneaking beneath night

Or be the next hellbound ^!$$% to seek Christ, aight



I don't know where they found fam
$#&@ around with me, I'll make your self-esteem low as the Soundscan
Rep the city like I'm the town man

Try work it out or else you're getting stuck, wait the pound's jammed
You rap like opposite what you act like
You act like you wouldn't scratch strike in a cat fight

You scrap like you wouldn't clap right in a strap fight
Mother$#&@ers know how I rock, that's what I rap like
^!$$% real mean, I gotta trill team

First ^!$$%, baby grey Glock with a teal beam
Something heavy, try to make a ^!$$% wheels lean
Quiet, the silencer make you sound like a seal stream

You can chase the cookie trick, I want the real cream
^!$$% I'm trying to peel green like a sealed screen
How this feel? Looking like a shotta kill scene

Cause my whole crew shoot the ^!$$%, we a film team

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