| I’m so into you, I’m falling on to you
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| I’m so into you, I am
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| Another day in the ghetto, God bless the dead
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| I’m still pushing in the trap, smoking purp to the head
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| I lost another nigga and a family member
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| Damn, there goes another one, timber
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| I lost my daddy, bounce back like Simba
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| Hard for these niggas to stop a real winner
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| Whole family eating, guess who bringing in the dinner
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| Money on my agenda, feds on the phone line
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| She keep my bundle in the jeans, I’m so dary on
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| Long as you takin care of the hood, you can carry on
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| Barely grown but the hustle well known
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| My nigga, I’m from where the birds flown
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| Whole zip in my drawers right in front of the store
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| Pocket full of loaf make these bitches all go
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| I’m into distributing my nigga, I movin snow
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| We into distributing my nigga, we move snow
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| Whole zip my drawers right in front of the store
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| I put these Nike’s to work when I see the po-po
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| You ain’t stackin yo money what you grinding for, for
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| Watchu grindin for.
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| Whole zip my drawers right in front of the store
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| I put these Nike’s to work when I see the po-po
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| You ain’t stackin yo money what you grinding for, for
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| It ain’t what you make, it’s what you put up
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| Still flipping I ain’t talking bout gymnastics
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| Spending my cop money on CD graphics
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| I’m from the home of crack, I tell you bout traffic
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| I tried to take a nap but the phone kept smacking
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| Tell them I need help they say I’m overreacting
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| But my clientele massive, so a nigga know they watching
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| On the other hand, bitch niggas is talking to the coppers
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| RIP Mufasa, Gregory smith
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| Before I knock a nigga down, give em Italian kiss
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| Forgive me for my sins, I just wanted to be rich
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| A starter in the game, never ridin a bitch
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| Slide up with a clip nigga long as a trench coat
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| That’s how you rock when your coke come on a gold boat
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| Bubble over top like a root beer flow
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| When the feds kick in the door, man that’s all she wrote
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| When the feds kick in the door, man that’s all she wrote
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| Lil Blood keep it real like Boosie nigga blood trill
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| Touch 50,000 of a white bitch in high heels
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| Blew 30,000 in a week to see how it feel
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| Rock 10,000 nigga, way before I had a deal
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| Me and Rae bumpin, doing numbers out in Hollywood
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| Lost a few bands, but the little nigga doing good
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| Trap 6 zips last week when I was in the hood
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| Bought back 8 straight drop so it bounce good
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| Remix, had to double back to the black fence
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| Pepper in my pocket just in case I gotta whack shit
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| Corn ball clown ass niggas get the stainless
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| On mamas imma hit where I’m aimin, banging
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| Livewire big body ridin, I’m a big dog
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| The bitch ain’t been I tell her get lost, get lost
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| Asap, scratch off fast bitch I do it movin
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| If she ain’t choosing then the bitch loosing |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Corner Sto , by - J. Stalin. Song from the album Memoirs of a Curb Server, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп