Cory Gunz - SoS lyrics

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Cory Gunz - SoS lyrics

[Verse 1:] Yo, I'm in a bad mood, push it, push me, go ahead and push me You cat pool, p**y, p**y, I said it, p**y f** a hater, what they gonna say to the hater f** a razor blade, the grenade that chug a file to s**er day to day I suffered Catch a train to my favorite juggle They concerning, take the burner, determined to make the summer I ain't a gangsta but that ain't taking the gangsta from us I swear to my daughters without taking orders and shake him off it Caught up in making brothers repent for mistaking others The spade or the spade, you can play them cards in the basement Under my chest is a rocket box, full combo for taking numbers And lessons I brought that you brother stopped You n***as runners, chase you, baby gunners and ankles Take them peoples is a great mistake But I mingle your face then lace up your ankles to script the statement f** a rapper, today I could take his label I'm making earthquake be stable, rip my shirt and rick the tables [Hook:] Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam [Verse 2:] Damn, why am I how I am, what I am Momma quiet the drama, tell 'em to silence my lamb I can name on my hand top five of my hand Jerk me, me, me, me, me is all I came on my hand Gorilla thoughts, I'm an ape with a plan k**er pause, blow your brain on your man I've been out of my mind before I was in my mind Give me a potter, Harry, I'm Harry Potter with rum Height of a spider's flight, Peter Parker with glum Friday's the dark of night, with my partners in crime Horse shoe at your door, Bobby Parker would mind Flow straight as a row, I'm an archer with mine Call a copper or call me, I'm not a regular kind I'm leaving notes that your code was decoded write up and buy Creep inside of the Jeep and the sleepers sneak through the fog Murder you all and go speak to my dog, he understands [Hook:] Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam

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