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my very real collab with 50 cent

by Corpse

[Verse 1: CORPSE]
I come on the playlist, and I bet you do not skip me, uh
Pull up any city, prolly bitches fucking with me, uh
Find that little bitty, she off what I call a Whitney, uh
Roll up sticky-icky, now the whip look like a chimney, uh
Now, I'm fucking up my kidney, uh
Diamond nitty-gritty, got her blowin' like it's windy, uh
Draped all in Givenchy, my aroma got her grinning, uh
Blowin' out her back, she throw it back like she is pissy, uh

[Chorus: 50 Cent, CORPSE and 50 Cent]
Better yet, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Sh-shake that ass girl
Lil' Mama, show me how you move it
Better yet, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Sh-shake that ass girl
Lil' Mama, show me how you move it

[Verse 2: CORPSE]
She obsessed with all the numbers and she posing on the Instagram
And she independent, making racks all off the Only
Fans
Neck got on a pentagram, I know I'm not your only man
Just try to make me happy for a moment like citalopram, fuck
I got sauce like an Italian
You ain't fucking with me, then you sleep like Drake off half a Xan
Miss me with the drama man, you basic like you Comic Sans
Can't fuck with all you bitches, you deluded like a Trisha stan

[Chorus: 50 Cent, CORPSE and 50 Cent]
Better yet, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Sh-shake that ass girl
Lil' Mama, show me how you move it
Better yet, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Sh-shake that ass girl
Lil' Mama, show me how you move it