Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Korner Hot , by - Sha Hef. Song from the album Krime Pays, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 27.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Black Market
Song language: English
Korner Hot |
| Early in the morning, you yawning, I got the corner hot |
| Dropped a tape, and no I ain’t touring, I got the corner hot |
| Serving hand-to-hand out the foreign, I got the corner hot |
| We the only niggas that’s eating, I got the corner locked |
| Still trigger happy, rarest of garments, my hair nigga nappy |
| Fiends love me, soon as I re-up, they throw they figures at me |
| Midas touch, bitch I’m a goldmine, throw your figures at me |
| I’m just tryna kill every opp first 'fore these niggas catch me |
| I’m just tryna serve every junkie before these niggas snatch me |
| Rather shoot myself in the face before a nigga slap me |
| Niggas rapping, thinking it’s sweet, until the homies jack 'em |
| Tony Montana of rap, you niggas Toni Braxton |
| Double pump shotty’ll hit 'em and tear his back off |
| First of the month, I been fiending to get this pack off |
| Five for a show, until then I’ma get this crack off |
| Or in the projects letting Mac’s off, knockin' hats off |
| Take my hat off to no nigga, you not impressing me |
| All you sneak dissers is pussy for not addressing me |
| Keys open doors, crime pays, I know the recipe |
| Treat the drug game like Mya, it got the best of me |
| You ain’t even half of a faggot, you niggas less to me |
| Don’t care who she is, she look beautiful when she next to me |
| My niggas don’t play, they gon' shoot 'em, he disrespecting me |
| No security, just that .40, that’s what’s protecting me |
| All these pistols come with a beam bitch, we the glo gang |
| Feds run down on my niggas, we don’t say no names |
| I don’t wanna smoke with you niggas, I’m smoking propane |
| All my niggas straight out the mud, we selling cocaine |
| Early in the morning, you yawning, I got the corner hot |
| Dropped a tape, and no I ain’t touring, I got the corner hot |
| Serving hand-to-hand out the foreign, I got the corner hot |
| We the only niggas that’s eating, I got the corner locked |
| Drinking, I got drink in, I got drink in |
| Sipped out, I don’t drink beer, what you thinking |
| No dubs, only coloured money, that’s them Franklins |
| Plug threw me work, I ran off, shoulda thanked him |
| Hot mess, I’ma hot mess, niggas say I’m burnt |
| Nodding off, popped another perc, now it got me turnt |
| Hush passed, fresh up off his bitch, still got me hurt |
| Ain’t cry, was at his funeral, still sipping purp |
| Old heads tryna call the cops, we got the corner hot |
| They just tryna get it back, no, we got the corner locked |
| Take a pot and turn a smaller rock into a quarter block |
| Baking soda glass jar, mas' so the water locked |
| Clockwise, whip it clockwise, make sure your order locked |
| If you do it right enough times you could afford a drop |
| Plug can’t even get the work in, he got the border hot |
| Still posted with my niggas and we got the corner locked |
| Early in the morning, you yawning, I got the corner hot |
| Dropped a tape, and no I ain’t touring, I got the corner hot |
| Serving hand-to-hand out the foreign, I got the corner hot |
| We the only niggas that’s eating, I got the corner locked |