Future - Corona lyrics

[Chorus]x2 Now I been smoking Arizona Bad yellow bicth, I mean her skin tone is corona I smoke, I drank, Im such a Stoner I be so far gone just call me goner [Flock Rock verse1] They be like ahh man hold up What you know about it bruh Candy paint on 26's with the lean im pouring up Got bout 10 redbones with fat a**es and they down to f** Yeah, from the country where the B's andthe C's andthe G's You know they throw it up O.G.F.E in it, F.E.S.G run it You know how flock rock Top chop you know im gunning b**hes f**in with me, liqour steady pouring Blunts getting rolled, puff pa**,you know im blowing out Yeah!! let me roll up, you know its about that time Cuz them camaros about to show up We walk in, straight thru the door n***a tell me whats the hold up And im on some lean and weed So when you approach me SLOW UP My dreads swanging my chain hanging So whats your issue Findin a bad bicth to s** up and blow me like a whistle Swagga so offical, chucks wit my levis Polo on my chest like a vest You should see I!! [Chorus]x2 [J.Reed verse2] MANNNN, i swear its been a long time Where that cush pack, I swear it bong time No more panties b**h, girls its thong time She just call my dick, Mr. never wrong time My flow is off the richter And when i be scream cheese I ain't talking bout no picture I eat her, I eat her, yeah I eat like hannibal lecter Cla** in session get your lecture I feel like Washington, im bout a dollar Your bicth around my neck, so i call that bicth my collar And if you smoke that LOUD, boy I smok that holla And my sh** hitting hard, Troy polamalu .....she cacth my balls like patrick crayton The way i raise hell, you should call me satan I got the game sowed up, perfectly knitted Three girls give me head, i call it snapback, skully, fitted Get it?? [Chorus]x2 [Future verse3] Im blowed, Im blowed, Im blowed Im high Im smokin on dro Im space cadet, Im george jetson Im gone, Im on that double cup Got two cups full of that Easter,and got more swagg than a preacher And all my verses lethal And im playin with that mona lisa Im farragamo and fendi Im supa future and Im winning Im biting down and im gettin it My cup keep lean in it My n***as keep guns on them And my bicthes keep bicthes with them They geeked up of that marley Keep beggin for me to get in them I smoke more than a chimney, that loud,that loud,that loud Im back stage getting groupie love, you can smell it all the way in the crowd Promethazine my favorite, I mix it up with that sprite I took me a pill and a half, Now I feel like Im outta sight Im throwed, Im throwed, Im throwed Im on syrup but i ain't movin to slow I done took me a miley cyrus, now Im off in beast mode Now i can't even talk, can damn near move my jaw Im screwed up like, in Houston And im flyer than a hawk [Chorus]x2