笨小笨CORSA (Explicit)歌词由Hit-Boy&Dom Kennedy演唱，出自专辑《SURF OR DROWN (Explicit)》，下面是《CORSA (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
CORSA (Explicit)歌词完整版
CORSA (Explicit) - Hit-Boy/Dom Kennedy
Lyrics by：Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr./Dom Kennedy
Composed by：Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr.
Uh
Oh baby is that you
Yeah
Turn you turn you
Won't jump clique to clique Hit-Boy
But I ain't like you kids
They know what time it is
Peel off Lambo tires skid
Doin' the most imagine you and me close
I'm too ahead all of the homies **** dead
N***as can't call me their friends or call me their mans
Or call me their woadie it's forty below
My heart is still colder got it in Corsa
I'm revvin' the motor
I'm gettin' change
They won't see me slip through the crack
Shawty is into me she let me crash
Two-person party we havin' a bash
What you think all this Julio for
She told me go lock up the studio doors
She actin' up like it's the movie awards
For real for real for real
You gotta love a discreet freak
That's for real for real for real
N***a it's twenty on my receipt
That's for real for real for real
I just left out H Lorenzo in Max Field
Tool on me we still can't build
I be solo on the real smokin' personal's a kill
I kept it one key that's how I'ma stay
She want a saint but she not a saint
All team down that's how I was raised
For all of my days
Won't jump clique to clique Hit-Boy
But I ain't like you kids
They know what time it is
Peel off Lambo tires skid
Doin' the most imagine you and me close
I'm too ahead all of the homies **** dead
N***as can't call me their friends or call me their mans
Or call me their woadie it's forty below
My heart is still colder got it in Corsa
I'm revvin' the motor
I'm gettin' change
They won't see me slip through the crack
Shawty is into me she let me crash
Two-person party we havin' a bash
Don't jump clique to clique
Most these guys is counterfeit
I'm in the hood without a stick
You never know might see some ****
She love me 'cause I don't cum quick
I'm local but still out the mix
This stripper ***** live by the risk
Talkin' slick gon' get you hit
I'm hood rich but I never trick
She fine but still I won't commit
Spoiled h*es throwin' fists
Want a n***a to pay that rent
I ain't like these rappers
All these trappers hustlin' backwards
All talk facts bro all you after
Is the fame and the p***y
That **** wack to us uh I put that on my cousin
I been thuggin' two tires cost like sixteen hundred
My n***a died I'm drivin' home I'm sick to my stomach
But self-pity won't cut it I tell 'em up the budget
Now n***as wanna own their masters y'all actors
I'm a factor roll like tractors
Playin' Ginuwine the Bachelor
If I want it I could have her
And my Amex say I'm platinum
At the car wash with a bad one
Take a pic with me then tag 'em
N***as can't call me their friends or call me their mans
Or call me their woadie it's forty below
My heart is still colder
I got it in sport I'm revvin' the motor
I'm gettin' change they want me to
Slip through the crack
Baby is into me she let me crash
Two-person party we havin' a bash
Won't jump clique to clique Hit-Boy
But I ain't like you kids
They know what time it is
Peel off Lambo tires skid
Doin' the most imagine you and me close
I'm too ahead I'm too ahead
All of the homies **** dead yeah
Everything 'bout you
Everything 'bout you
Huu huu
Everything 'bout you
Everything 'bout you
