| Youngin' on the corner with 17 in his Nina
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| Drunken love from a Corona, I shouldn’t have showed her I need her
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| That’s picture they paint it for me, ain’t nothing like Mona Lisa
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| And hella smoke from out the Mac, back to back, blowin' reefa
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| Same hoes, these niggas love and I fuck and they think they keepers
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| Whoever thought the minister sell out a whole arena
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| I’m 'bout my racks like tennis, got a bitch look like Serena
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| No matter what your momma tell, just know I love you Selena
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| Where I’m from, you gotta tote one 'cuz its legal
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| My father told me back in '01 it was Dickies and beepers
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| I’m sneaking Perky’s on the plane even thought it’s illegal
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| I know that they don’t feel my pain even though they my people
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| I tried to tell the gang to hit 'em, I guess he didn’t believe me
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| I swear to god I fuck with shawty 'cuz keep me a C
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| Spend on they block, empty out clips from my lil' nigga up d’ed
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| Shout out them OG’s keep up real, pass out more work than a teacher
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| Watch how that money make him change, he left his team on the bleachers
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| This Crip shit running in my veins like I got poked with a needle
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| Them hitters come and kick your door, they got recruited by FIFA
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| My heart colder than last December, put my hope in this heater
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| Told Jo let’s take a trip to Cali just to see what bags cheaper
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| My youngin' posted in the alley in all black, jeepers creepers
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| Shout out to my lil' white bitch ass, I get the coke from her people
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| Got a lil' gutter bitch named Lisa, she gon' suck the whole team up
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| And I remember all them Aston Martin dreams, not a beamer
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| She a keeper, but I’m for damn sure gon' leave her
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| I’m so sick, double cup, you know I’m lemon tea’d up
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| For a brick, dope boys in the hood gon' swang those V’s up
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| Violence, I condone it, I just hope that you don’t freeze up
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| I come from the corner where you wanna keep your heat tucked
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| Mike Amiri denim jeans you know about 60 G’s up
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| Shout out the plug, blue black amigo, yeah we love the re-up
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| Youngin' on the corner with 17 in his Nina
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| Drunken love from a Corona, I shouldn’t have showed her I need her
|
| That’s picture they paint it for me, ain’t nothing like Mona Lisa
|
| And hella smoke from out the Mac, back to back, blowin' reefa
|
| Same hoes, these niggas love and I fuck and they think they keepers
|
| Whoever thought the minister sell out a whole arena
|
| I’m 'bout my racks like tennis, got a bitch look like Serena
|
| No matter what your momma tell, just know I love you Selena
|
| Where I’m from, you gotta tote one 'cuz its legal
|
| My father told me back in '01 it was Dickies and beepers
|
| I’m sneaking Perky’s on the plane even thought it’s illegal
|
| I know that they don’t feel my pain even though they my people
|
| I tried to tell the gang to hit 'em, I guess he didn’t believe me
|
| I swear to god I fuck with shawty 'cuz keep me a C
|
| Spend on they block, empty out clips from my lil' nigga up d’ed
|
| Shout out them OG’s keep up real, pass out more work than a teacher
|
| Watch how that money make him change, he left his team on the bleachers
|
| This Crip shit running in my veins like I got poked with a needle
|
| Them hitters come and kick your door, they got recruited by FIFA
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| My heart colder than last December, put my hope in this heater |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Poetic Justice , by - Quando Rondo. Song from the album QPac, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп