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lirik lagu corhugs, rick hyde & sule - soprano talk

[intro: rick hyde]
(corhugs)
yeah, look

[verse 1: rick hyde]
it ain’t a secret, i profited off 16’s like stojaković
the booking fee just sky~rocketed
8~ball, side pocket it
ain’t no lack in my confidence
twenty~thousand in these f.o.g.’s
sound better like s.~.b.’s
my big homie was the brick man
my first check was like six bands
now i’m ballin’ like the sixth man (that money)
it look better like the knicks playin’ (uh)
bust down rollie wrist band (bling)
you a carbon copy of the real thing, homie
you should go ahead and quit then
stand on it like a kick stand (uh)
i was really in the quicksand
bounce back, no assistance
money tall like 6’10”, now wе all eat like rich friends
it was my turn to chip in, hundrеd grams for the big win
lil’ fentanyl to mix in, it took the hit like big ben

[verse 2: sule]
started out with a pint and a ounce
had to hide in the house
re~up with the pros and the tucky
copped the new nine from my mans
if i slide and it jam, it’s the devil, the foes’ll get lucky
used to go shoppin’ at zara and now that it’s prada
ironic, the hoes wanna f~ck me
who else you know leave the studio
link up with julio, run through the snow like a husky?
lyrics and freestyles be k!llin’ em
two~thousand minimum just to come cough on a beat
did so much dirt in the field, just hang up my jersey, for real, and go auction the cleats
my hearin’ go bad if your talkin’ is cheap
if the bl!ck in the car, then the hawk is in reach
ski~mask to cover the face up, it’s needed
’cause n~~~~~ fake frontin’ like porcelain t~~th
i know you n~~~~~ ain’t ’bout it for real
’cause you ain’t got no heart and no bounty to k!ll
you ain’t smackin’ no bread on that counter for real
you ain’t makin’ no money or signin’ no deal
bsf, b~tch, we the best in the business
your resumé fall on my desk, it’s a privilege
one girl to two when i chef in the kitchen
i call that sh~t ashlee and jessica simpson
duck enforcement and the news guides
thanksgiving, n~~~~, come with two pies
shoot the lightning at your feet to prove mine
like you copped that on a pair of kool kiys
big jersey, hottest in the city, n~~~~
call me sule, or su’ milli’, n~~~~
put that on my brother yoge and fritty, n~~~~
i’ma show you how to get busy, n~~~~
on god

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