paroles de chanson Corner Sto - J Stalin feat. Lil Blood

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, down goes another one, timber
I lost my daddy, bounce back like simbers
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
Once you take care of the hood, you can carry on
Barely grown but the hustle well known
My nigga, I'm from where the birds flown
Hoes zipping my drawers right in front of the store
Pocket full of loaf make these bitches all go
I'm in the distributing my nigga, I move snow
We in the distributing my nigga, we move snow

Hoes zipping my drawers right in front of the store
I put these naggies to work when I see po-po
You in second your money what you grinding for, for
You in second your money what you grinding for
Hoes zipping my drawers right in front of the store
I put these naggies to work when I see po-po
You in second your 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 cry, 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
Just a starter in the game, never ride in a Benz
Slide up with a clip nigga long as a trench coat
That's how you rock when your coke come on a go
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 50000 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 Rape Up are doing numbers up 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 got a whack shit
Corn ball clown ass niggas get the stainless
Ornmamas I'm in here where I'm aiming, banging
Live wide big body ride, I'm a big dog
The bitch ain't been out until it get lost, get lost
Asap, scratch off fast bitch I do it hooving
If she ain't choosing then the bitch loosing