Corona

Twisting up da cookies
Inna backwood
I'm outer space
Roll it inna raw
When I'm tryna
Smoke it for da taste
Niggas think they sick
Well I'm corona
Bitch I'm toxic waste
Niggas think they sick
Well I'm corona
Bitch
I'm ill

Niggas don't like me
Well fuck you I fuck wit me
Yeah she yo wifey
But she wanna suck on me
She do it all or me
She run it up for me
She wanna stay with me
Told her no cuffing three
Don't nothing come for free
Bitch gotta pay the fee
Shrooms like I'm Mario
But bitch don't play with me
I keep a O' wit me
Only toke potent leaf
I got some papers
And TJ brought fonto leafs
Ask if I'm high?
I look back I say totally
I'm high as heaven the ground
Isn't holding me Mary J floating me
Gassed like the motor be
Come round me you get a contact for certain
Dr.three cut up the beat like a surgeon
Y'all all the same
Just to plane with delivery
Three come in hot
And like he spit with artillery
Gotta chill out
So I smoke me some celery
I'm in my zone
I Can't hear what you telling me
I'm in my zone I can't
I Can't hear what you telling me
I'm in my zone I can't

Twisting up da cookies
Inna backwood
I'm outer space
Roll it inna raw
When I'm tryna
Smoke it for da taste
Niggas think they sick
Well I'm corona
Bitch I'm toxic waste
Niggas think they sick
Well I'm corona
Bitch
I'm ill

Member we would put in onna blunt
But now it's to the face
Member I was looking up niggas
Now switching place
Member I was walking
Now a nigga on his levitate
Me I just be grooving
While you niggas on yo hesitate
Nigga I'm the sickest
Self prescribe myself this marinate
Pressure in my blunt
Dis shit be stronger den a barricade
Haters really sour
Man think they smoking lemonade
Haters really sour
Man think they smoking lemonade

Twisting up da cookies
Inna backwood
I'm outer space
Roll it inna raw
When I'm tryna
Smoke it for da taste
Niggas think they sick
Well I'm corona
Bitch I'm toxic waste
Niggas think they sick
Well I'm corona
Bitch
I'm ill



Credits
Writer(s): Travione Chambers
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