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Corn
621
Alternative Rap
Corn adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Nolay tarafından 18 Kasım 2020 tarihinde yayınlandıCorn - Single
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Çıkış Tarihi18 Kasım 2020
FirmaNolay
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM71

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nolay
Nolay
Performer
Natalie Athanasiou
Natalie Athanasiou
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Natalie Athanasiou
Natalie Athanasiou
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sevaqk
Sevaqk
Producer
Alex Evans
Alex Evans
Mixing Engineer

Şarkı sözleri

Auntie, Auntie, why is your nose so big?
The bigger to smell you with you bitch yeah
And your pussy stinks man them know
Auntie, Auntie, Auntie your nose is so big
The bigger to smell you with you bitch
Big 4-4 just like my nose
Where was the 4-4 when you got kidnapped?
Donkey face looking ass bitch
Kermit said hi, come test this pig
Please don't talk about drip
Cause that's a lifestyle you really don't live
You wore the same mask in both of your vids
Your watches ain't real, my Roley don't tick
I'll aim at your wig and make your lace lift
Cause when I send shots you know I don't miss
Go suck off your father
If I see red like the stripe on Prada
I got more corn than a harvest farmer
Your diss was shit man, you should've gone harder
You should've took time man, you should've been smarter
Somebody pray for the bitch, get a pastor
Spitting outside shell don't mean you got shells
Bitch you ain't chip, you're just a big prick
Next time shoot at BP
And when you see me come bow at my feet
Ain't nothing trill about Trillary
Reload the artillery and make your whole life a misery
I love the taste of victoryAnd everybody knows your career is history
Banks , which part? You make no deposits
Nothing but fluff and air in your pockets
You wanna be a London girl, so bad
You really wanna be like me, it's mad
You look like a man in drag
And it's girls like you that get yourself stabbed
Fucking tramp
You're firing shots but all of them are blanks
What kind of diss was that? You're trash
I know you suck and fuck for the bag
You filthy slag
It's all an act, you really ain't bad
When you got grabbed and dragged and kidnapped
Nobody came to your rescue, big facts
Yeah, yeah
Your biggest song was come over my yard
You were sofa surfing, you had no yard
Link Up TV in your knickers and bra
To moving like a bad girl, ready for the war
Really Trilly, don't be silly
Head top the bitch like a big 9 milli
Go suck some willy
Have some money, it's on me
I'm your auntie, you're my niece
Go to the shop and buy some sweets
Do you want me to book you a hotel suite?
Don't say no, you're in need
I don't wanna see you out in these streets
And begging these rappers for somewhere to sleep
Nah, that's peak, that shit's deep
Everybody knows you ain't in my league
Your conference club, I'm Premier League
Written by: Natalie Athanasiou
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