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Cornball
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Cornball est sorti le 26 février 2025 par Rebel/Geffen Records dans le cadre de l'album Cornball - Single
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Date de sortie26 février 2025
LabelRebel/Geffen Records
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM82

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Hotboii
Hotboii
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Javarri Walker
Javarri Walker
Paroles/Composition
Jack Thierer
Jack Thierer
Paroles/Composition
Bryan Austin Beachley
Bryan Austin Beachley
Paroles/Composition
Gray Hawken
Gray Hawken
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Yakree
Yakree
Production
B-Train
B-Train
Production
Raymond "DatRaw" Scott
Raymond "DatRaw" Scott
Ingénierie
Eddie Hernandez
Eddie Hernandez
Ingénierie de mixage
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Gray Hawken
Gray Hawken
Production

Paroles

[Intro]
Fired if too much missions ain't completed
My shooters know they fired if too much missions ain't completed
My shooters know they, shooters know they
Shooters know they, shooters know they
[Chorus]
All my shooters know they fired if too much missions ain't completed
We all zombie, I'm balling with my Z like I'm Vegeta
Ho, fuck your man, that **** a ball of corn, that **** cheesy
Can't be defeated, type to get your number, don't even ring it
I told that bitch I'ma have her fucked up 'bout me, she ain't believe me
I told that bitch I'ma have to cut her off if I get caught cheating
[Verse 1]
My blues turn to Amiris, now I'm not missing no more seasons
Told team no more new ****, we killing shit for treason
On me, they all got sleepy, get 'em off that Tempur-Pedic
That RICO, beat it, **** close they eyes, they ain't wanna see it
Was facing thirty years, but still, I did that shit too easy
I'm tired of **** beefing 'bout these bitches who too easy
I'm tired of **** starting shit then copping tryna plead it
No internet, I send 'em there for real, ain't gon' tweet it
Ain't killed shit, they claiming **** work, them **** thieving
They screaming, "What's the word?" But I say, "Keep them **** grieving"
My third eye come from a bird eye, so I could see it
Don't ask me why I'm cool on all them bitches, I got reasons
I'm turnt up at my freest, Key, wish that you could see this
New year come new diseases, if you broke, you need to get treated
They know that we get active on they side for any reason
They know that we get active over there for anything
My stones too legit, it feel like walking in the rain
Put diamonds on that bitch and then I drove that bitch insane
30 up your Glock and it's gon' show you how to hang
Can't be counting favors, that's gon' show you not to gain
[Chorus]
All my shooters know they fired if too much missions ain't completed
We all zombie, I'm balling with my Z like I'm Vegeta
Ho, fuck your man, that **** a ball of corn, that **** cheesy
Can't be defeated, type to get your number, don't even ring it
I told that bitch I'ma have her fucked up 'bout me, she ain't believe me
I told that bitch I'ma have to cut her off if I get caught cheating
[Outro]
On my own island in my city, can't none of these **** just be me
Got codeine stuffed all up in a bottle like a genie
Model bitch gon' eat me if I whip out, she'll eat it
He wanna go to trial right now, hit the motion and it's speedy
Written by: Bryan Austin Beachley, Gray Hawken, Jack Thierer, Javarri Walker
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