| Said the best times waiting 'round the corner
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| That’s murder on the corner
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| Seen these niggas turning bad
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| Skinny nigga pushing Lambs
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| I said it’s real niggas gone, take a stand
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| Murder for that dollar, understand?
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| Lately, niggas talking down, swear it made me
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| Plus I know these niggas shady
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| Mama said no trust no lady
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| When I hit the drug, it save me
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| Tryna leave a young nigga on the corner
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| Tryna drink my demons 'way 'til the morning
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| You ain’t seen nothin', nothing like it
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| Swear to God you ain’t seen nothin' like it
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| Tryna leave me skinny, yeah, you know it
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| It’s murder on the corner (Montana, ayy)
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| Check it, I dot 'em like a leopard
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| On the corner, smell aroma like a shepherd
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| Watching Narcos or them narcos
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| Brain fried, if I make my bed, I’ma sleep in it
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| King size, French tried to franchise
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| Before the machine, we did it handy
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| Bitches fronted on they panties now they jerk me like the Grammys
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| Hundred chains like TLC, chilly
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| On that Wayne, milli' after milli'
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| With a bitch like Keisha from Belly
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| I pray to God we live a thousand years
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| And if I hurt you, we’ll drink Ciroc for your tears
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| Stunting on the stunners, smoking out the whips
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| Carbon in the front, skrrt on the bridge to Harlem
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| You stepped on carpet, the flag
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| We sharpen the swag, ten racks for the marble slab
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| Pool kitchen sink, six layer paint
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| Bump Aretha Franklin, bitch like Jada Pinkett, hah
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| I said it’s real niggas gone, take a stand
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| Murder for that dollar, understand?
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| Lately, niggas talking down, swear it made me
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| Plus I know these niggas shady
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| Mama said no trust no lady
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| When I hit the drug, it save me
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| Tryna leave a young nigga on the corner
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| Tryna drink my demons 'way 'til the morning
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| You ain’t seen nothin', nothing like it
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| Swear to God you ain’t seen nothin' like it (Uh, uh)
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| It’s the city where the skinny niggas ride, yep
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| That same city, you might see me with my slime, yep
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| Buck-fitty to your chitty, you get prime cut
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| Primetime, fuck, fuck it, your time’s up
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| That what ma said, they get upset
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| They coming at me indirect, live in effect
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| They wanna see me in the flesh, boy, take your best shot
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| Got something rip through your vest, aim for your head
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| Won’t break a sweat
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| I said it’s real niggas gone, take a stand
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| Murder for that dollar, understand?
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| Lately, niggas talking down, swear it made me
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| Plus I know these niggas shady
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| Mama said no trust no lady
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| When I hit the drug, it save me
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| Tryna leave a young nigga on the corner
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| Tryna drink my demons 'way 'til the morning
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| You ain’t seen nothin', nothing like it
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| Swear to God you ain’t seen nothin' like it
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| It’s murder on the corner |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Corner, artist - French Montana. Album song CB5, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп