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Cordae & Stevie Wonder – Champagne lyrics

“Cordae – Sinister Words”

[Chorus: Cordae]
Yeah, okay, my sinister flow
It’s not rap music, this straight literature
Small-minded nigga, all your miniature ideas
They tend to hate you when they can’t get rid of you
I’m not going anywhere, twenty years of career minimum
Call Hit-Boy for beats, ask for ten
I don’t follow trends, my nigga, I swing the pendulum
If the female dog bad, good dick, fuck it, I’ll give it to her

[Verse 1: Cordae]
Let’s think times, I’m trying to gather minds
Complex rhymes and, by the way, scream Tech N9ne, uh
Go and shut the fuck up, just let me talk, nigga (Shut up)
I’m a ticking time bomb waiting to explode, nigga
Pretty nuclear, amazing what fame could do to you
Too particular, although I’m really a beginner of the Renaissance
My divine mind, this shit takes me much further
Growing up, shit, I really had beef with my dad
But why bother explaining my feelings?
Try harder, but either way they gon’ paint you bad (Yeah)
Eight months without a phone, man, we aim for the shine
Top hold in the building, nigga, we do murder, woo (Oh)

[Chorus: Cordae & Lil Wayne]
Yeah, okay, my sinister flow
It’s not rap music, this straight literature
Small-minded nigga, all your miniature ideas
They tend to hate you when they can’t get rid of you
A wise man told me that silence never betrayed him
Keep your mouth shut, ’cause niggas got ultimatums (Yeah)
Stupid situations, language often creates ’em (Yeah)
Motor mouth nigga usually cause chaos

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Lil’ Tune flow sinister, I’ll finish you off
A lot of men are gonna need ministers, I agree with them
Enemies, I’m the enema, I shit on ’em
Just like my keys, drop my genitals on her dental work
My things I keep them confidential or it’s important
Our philosophies are not identical, I’m not into you
My Siamese brother Benjamin, that’s how I stick to him
These B diamonds are all VV, I call them Vivica
Skate under a bridge, stay hustlin’ like it is
Make money, feed the kids, there’s nothing in the fridge
Wake up repeat sins, eight blunts, I needed ten
Stay muddy to the lid, eight hundred, eat a dick

[Chorus: Cordae, Lil Wayne, Cordae & Lil Wayne]
Yeah, okay, my flow is grim (Yeah)
It’s not rap music, this straight literature (Mula)
Little mind nigga, all your ideas are miniature (Yeah)
They tend to hate you when they can’t get rid of you
I’m not going anywhere, twenty years of career minimum
Call Hit-Boy for beats, ask for ten
I don’t follow trends my nigga, I swing the pendulum
If the female dog bad, good dick, fuck it, I’ll give it to her

[Outro: Cordae]
Yeah, okay, my sinister flow
(Yeah yeah)
Yeah, okay, my sinister flow
Huh, yeah, okay, my sinister flow
Never lied in my rhymes, you can go ask Jennifer
It’s my mother’s name, I create and find change
My state of mind ensures that I reign forever, motherfucker