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children of the corn - since99 lyrics

[intro]
i wish i was jenry

[chorus]
b*tch, i’m in the field, children of the corn
i’m not even close to my final form
and b*tch, i be scorin’ like keith van h*rn
i had to steal his racks and now he torn
knew i had it in me ever since i was born
we made an oath up in this sh*t and it’s sworn
in the four seasons, we ain’t stayin’ in dorms
i’m breakin’ this gas down like it’s pengi
if she wanna slide through, she get sangria
i seen her with everybody like she zac b
b*tch, we in a hemi swervin’, this is not key
ain’t talkin’ no mask dummy, she a top v
if you see me, i’m masked down in a two*seat
i be callin’ my own shots, you are not league
might pick up the pinstripes, call me d jeter

[verse]
i got the talent, so i gotta take advantage
we had the x amount, they gettin’ reprimanded
couple of racks on me, they get rubber banded
if they wantin’ a handout, i will not hand it
walk in the stu’ and i’m goin’ berserk
i heard your new style and it’s dirt
sippin’ exotic pop, it made me burp
you just gotta ignore it, you don’t gotta flirt
finessin’ his racks, yeah, i got him’ frontin
been attackin’ the sound, i ain’t talkin’ typin’
b*tch, i came from the great plains like a bison
just like a snapping turtle, they be bitin’
i done came a long way
got her gushin’ on me like it’s pompeii
in the a shootin’ sh*t like dejounte
off the pressure walkin’ like a zombie
last off huge, yes, i’m eatin’ sorbet
i’m back like a crack addict
i let bro take a hit of top shelf gas and now he an asthmatic
throwin’ dirt up on my name, they backstabbin’
callin’ the motherf*ckin’ shots like i’m john madden
middle of the woods, we up in a log cabin
it’s 2023 and they out here still dabbin’
that sh*t is insane, requesting a trade, i feel like i’m dame
they got me tied up, i’ve been goin’ insane
heard you bottin’ your numbers, that sh*t is a shame
got an angle and, b*tch, we hittin’ from range
they feelin’ me deeply, isaiah tg
ain’t seein’ the hate, i’m feel like i’m stevie
she want me to slide on through non*briefly
i don’t watch enough of that sh*t on tv
[chorus]
b*tch, i’m in the field, children of the corn
i’m not even close to my final form
and b*tch, i be scorin’ like keith van h*rn
i had to steal his racks and now he torn
knew i had it in me ever since i was born
we made an oath up in this sh*t and it’s sworn
in the four seasons, we ain’t stayin’ in dorms
i’m breakin’ this gas down like it’s pengi
if she wanna slide through, she get sangria
i seen her with everybody like she zac b
b*tch, we in a hemi swervin’, this is not key
ain’t talkin’ no mask dummy, she a top v
if you see me, i’m masked down in a two*seat
i be callin’ my own shots, you are not league
might pick up the pinstripes, call me d jeter

- since99 lyrics

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