Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Corner Sto, artist - J. Stalin. Album song Memoirs of a Curb Server, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.07.2012
Record label: Livewire, Town Thizzness
Song language: English
Corner Sto |
| I’m so into you, I’m falling on to you |
| I’m so into you, I am |
| Another day in the ghetto, God bless the dead |
| I’m still pushing in the trap, smoking purp to the head |
| I lost another nigga and a family member |
| Damn, there goes another one, timber |
| I lost my daddy, bounce back like Simba |
| Hard for these niggas to stop a real winner |
| Whole family eating, guess who bringing in the dinner |
| Money on my agenda, feds on the phone line |
| She keep my bundle in the jeans, I’m so dary on |
| Long as you takin care of the hood, you can carry on |
| Barely grown but the hustle well known |
| My nigga, I’m from where the birds flown |
| Whole zip in my drawers right in front of the store |
| Pocket full of loaf make these bitches all go |
| I’m into distributing my nigga, I movin snow |
| We into distributing my nigga, we move snow |
| Whole zip my drawers right in front of the store |
| I put these Nike’s to work when I see the po-po |
| You ain’t stackin yo money what you grinding for, for |
| Watchu grindin for. |
| Whole zip my drawers right in front of the store |
| I put these Nike’s to work when I see the po-po |
| You ain’t stackin yo money what you grinding for, for |
| It ain’t what you make, it’s what you put up |
| Still flipping I ain’t talking bout gymnastics |
| Spending my cop money on CD graphics |
| I’m from the home of crack, I tell you bout traffic |
| I tried to take a nap but the phone kept smacking |
| Tell them I need help they say I’m overreacting |
| But my clientele massive, so a nigga know they watching |
| On the other hand, bitch niggas is talking to the coppers |
| RIP Mufasa, Gregory smith |
| Before I knock a nigga down, give em Italian kiss |
| Forgive me for my sins, I just wanted to be rich |
| A starter in the game, never ridin a bitch |
| Slide up with a clip nigga long as a trench coat |
| That’s how you rock when your coke come on a gold boat |
| Bubble over top like a root beer flow |
| When the feds kick in the door, man that’s all she wrote |
| When the feds kick in the door, man that’s all she wrote |
| Lil Blood keep it real like Boosie nigga blood trill |
| Touch 50,000 of a white bitch in high heels |
| Blew 30,000 in a week to see how it feel |
| Rock 10,000 nigga, way before I had a deal |
| Me and Rae bumpin, doing numbers out in Hollywood |
| Lost a few bands, but the little nigga doing good |
| Trap 6 zips last week when I was in the hood |
| Bought back 8 straight drop so it bounce good |
| Remix, had to double back to the black fence |
| Pepper in my pocket just in case I gotta whack shit |
| Corn ball clown ass niggas get the stainless |
| On mamas imma hit where I’m aimin, banging |
| Livewire big body ridin, I’m a big dog |
| The bitch ain’t been I tell her get lost, get lost |
| Asap, scratch off fast bitch I do it movin |
| If she ain’t choosing then the bitch loosing |