
corpus christi - sydney runner lyrics
[intro: person 1, person 2]
hi, you’re on the air
hi kent
yes
i think it’s good that people can kinda hang up, so we can shoot people like you
right
[chorus]
(schyeah, corpus christi)
bad b*tch from corpus christi
we snuffed him just like [?]
that boy is not the same, think .223 done turned him p*ssy
lil boy stay in your lane, before we spin and leave you dizzy
this sh*t not a game, he thinking this xbox 360
you can’t get no fame up off of me, bro, you can miss me
with that weak ass chain, might sn*tch this sh*t off of your titties
i feed off of the pain and suffering, straight from the bitty
[verse 1: sydney runner]
sorry baby, i’m a ball hog
my homeboy throw them hard b*tches like he balrog
twink tried to press up on mе, but they too soft
everyone i link walkin’ with firе like balrog
all my n*ggas carry weapons, ain’t it tragic?
if i shoot that b*tch, it’s goin’ in a basket
he turned to dream, he got so scared, he had to mask it
i don’t kid, my gango goats, my gang damascus
[verse 2: tropes]
i don’t wanna meet you where you at, the room is padded
i sit home, i see no cannit
and i don’t feel home at home, there’s something wrong about it
i can see you’re not yourself but i can see the magic
she always got a cig between her t**th, she got a habit
please don’t break the rules ’cause there’s a method to the madness
i don’t need you in my life, i need a bolt action
i was doing just fine until you pulled that sh*t
and that ain’t the half of it
cut my hp in half i can’t help but laugh at it
and i only felt bad for a minute and it passed
i fell back into the past, and i felt just as trash
it’s almost like i made it here with bags
and i don’t need em for the match
both sides get trashed
book ended by a full flashback
(and i feel bad but not too bad)
[chorus]
bad b*tch from corpus christi
we snuffed him just like [?]
that boy is not the same, think .223 done turned him p*ssy
lil boy stay in your lane, before we spin and leave you dizzy
this sh*t not a game, he thinking this xbox 360
you can’t get no fame up off of me, bro, you can miss me
with that weak ass chain, might sn*tch this sh*t off of your titties
i feed off of the pain and suffering, straight from the bitty
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