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Corner Boy P
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1997
[feat. Curren$y]
Uh, uh, shit nigga, my mind on the dough Run round in that boat, I got the shit from the flow You don't know what these niggas minds when they plot on the dough So I run, right next to [?]the clips in the dough. Getting paranoid in the day, people might kick in the dough But when you paper chase, you chase that paper far as it go Cause I rather be tired from hustling, get tired of having nothing So I go all the way, let show my pockets, stay straight! Nigga, I go all further, same streets where they murder Same streets I call home, I lean [?] But I run for this con, and every nigga that's on it I've seen the best come and go, niggas even die with it all! I can call it just [?]every time the money is calling She call me dwag, but she only calling me cause I'm falling. They all thought I'm underestimated, underrated Is all good, fuck them niggas, long as they don't underpayment!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, la, la, la, la, la Uh, my stir wheel wood, my weed hella good My Rolex, she let it go, I'm flexing on 'em hoes! Them bitches strike a pose, they're hoping that I love I'm [?]hold up, you're trying to get thugged! G life and I wrote it down in Eli's book I'm higher than the plane when writing down hooks Couple bars in here, couple hundreds on the [?] Seen my camp get low, love can't stop the crooks! Rap [?]for the paper, every caper every [?] Keep gassing the scrapers and my haters, not my neighbors Got some mobs men, assuring me that they're on the roof! They help me sleep better, those [?]counting chatter Woke up, washed up, rode up to the loop! Polygraph in the boo, may every land the truth In the Eiffel tour, in the tour for two Leave a lot of niggas blind and unable to chew.
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