​my very real collab with 50 cent lyrics

[Intro: CORPSE]
Uhh, CORPSE, you f*ckin'—
Mike G, you can't do this to 'em, man
Uh, yeah

[Verse 1: CORPSE]
I come on the playlist, and I bet you do not skip me, uh
Pull up any city, prolly b*tches f*cking 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 f*cking 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 p*ssy, uh (Uwu)

[Chorus: 50 Cent, CORPSE & 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 OnlyFans
Neck got on a pentagram, I know I'm not your only man
Just try to make me happy for a moment like citalopram, f*ck
I got sauce like an Italian
You ain't f*cking 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 f*ck with all you b*tches, 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