| I see death around the corner
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| Tryna survive, gettin' high in the city where the skinny niggas die
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| I see death around the corner
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| And look and you can see
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| A nigga gotta roll up, get ya mind free
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| I see death around the corner
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| Lookin' for a way out
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| Better shoot first, or get laid out
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| I see death around the corner, I see death around the corner
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| I see death around the corner, I see death around the corner
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| I see death around the corner
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| All eyes on me
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| With my eastside homie, got my .9 on me
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| If niggas try to ride on me
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| You know it’s my time homie, ya got nuttin' for me
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| Your bitch is trynna own me
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| Ya know I ride by my lonely, all eyes on me
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| You gon' die anyway
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| A real nigga pick his time to go, ya know we tell it from the soul
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| If you see us then ya know all the hate keep us goin'
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| It’s survival of the fittest, you ain’t with us, nigga die slow
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| Gotta get my grind on, even though my mind gone
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| Outta here, whole different timezone
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| Mind on money, and hoes got me cold-hearted
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| Got all the money and nuttin' to show for it
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| Oh boy, when the feds take them pictures
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| And niggas steady wishin' on ya downfall
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| Nigga off the wall like handball
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| Stand tall, lookin' down
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| Niggas goin' to jail and comin' home with beards steady Muslim now
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| I see death around the corner
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| Niggas still ain’t over Green Mile
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| Saving this moment before the meanwhile
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| I see death around the corner
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| They tryna get me while on duty
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| Tryna send me in the pen with a doodie
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| I see death around the
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| Know how it feel when you’re about to go
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| Macaroni, yeah that’s him on the radio
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| I see death around the corner, death around the corner
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| Death around the corner, death around the corner
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| Death around the corner
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| We got them hammers, it’ll spray, the cannons in a case
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| Got a ounce of sour deez, we bouncin' through the trees
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| Got them bitches wanna fuck us
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| But po, they tryna lock us, but there the niggas that’s causin' all the ruckus
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| Knowin' they don’t love us, them niggas is tryna be a part
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| They lie, they don’t wanna see us on the charts
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| We gon' catch 'em in the gutta, we 100, the don blunted
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| All you bitches get gun-butted
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| Show no remorse when we see you, my whores is European
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| Plenty ass, never holdin' them doors meet 'em, greet 'em
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| Then feed 'em, hit 'em with the dick
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| So many bitches and true they wanna sit and stay
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| The only thing I’ma miss
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| Is riding on you niggas with a 5th of some Grand Cru while blowin' on a spliff
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| Shit, but I ain’t tryna grip, the boat is takin' they toll
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| But I ain’t tryna kid |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Death Around the Corner , by - Max B. Song from the album The Waviest, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп